White Online

’ ’Huff… Huff… ’ ’ Isaac walked in the dark forest, his feet being surrounded by the piles of snow, and the moving was getting increasingly more difficult with each passing moment.

’ ’Haahhhh… ’ ’ He took a deep breath and looked around where he was.

He was surrounded by dozens of trees and a rock boulder not far from him.

Isaac ’s eyes sparkled as he saw the rock boulder, ’ ’I have arrived… ’ ’ He started moving his legs and pushed the snow to the side as he started getting near the boulder.

Once he reached the boulder, he wiped the snow from the surface and saw some kind of scribbles on the surface.

He trailed his finger on the initials and wiped the rest of the snow that covered them.

The initials were I.V.W.

’ ’Isaac… Vayne… Whitelock. ’ ’ Isaac put his palm on the surface of the rock boulder and remembered the time when he wrote those initials on the rock boulder.

It was only moments ago when history ’s most disastrous snowstorm appeared, and Isaac got lost in the forest.

He barely remembers anything from that day, and it was like every memory that happened for the next few days after writing the initials were erased.

’ ’Nostalgia… ’ ’ He removed his hand from the boulder and grabbed his Flintlock pistol from the jacket. A cold air left his lungs as his heart started beating out of excitement.

He took his leather pouch from the jacket and strapped it next to his waist like he had done countless times on White Online.

’ ’No one should hear it from all the way here… ’ ’ Isaac murmured under his breath, and he was around a kilometer away from nearby civilization, which made him more confident to use this as a testing ground.

He was wearing open-finger gloves that didn ’t cover his fingertips. It made it easier for him to use Flintlock Pistol; that ’s why he chose it, even though his fingers were starting to get colder.

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He grabbed a bullet from the leather pouch and stuffed it inside the Flintlock Pistol ’s chamber.

’ ’Haahhh… ’ ’ Isaac took another puff of cold air and finally aimed the Flintlock Pistol towards the tree that was 20 meters away.

It seemed very natural like he had done it hundreds of times.

His finger slowly approached the trigger, and soon his cold fingertip touched the metallic texture of the trigger.