Have I ever mentioned my name to you? While, it most certainly that I
did not since I don’t like my name at all. My name is Ismail, a man who sees
the happening of the tragedy as if I am summoned by the heart of cruelty. I
belongs to the type of idealist since I believe everything might have already
followed the original way as god had done to guide us to heaven even the
ability or weapons from our old ancestors too. My plan is to survive and live
in this island. Despite the acceleration mode of standing on air can be
extremely fast, however, it cannot be in long distance. Anyways, currently I
plan to build a house since it if freezing here at night. According to the
rumors from other people that had talked to me peacefully, there is a gangster “controlling”
the amount of wood. I wonder how strong he is in order to confiscate the entire
woods and impede others to rub from him. I walked slowly as I know the location
of that gangster. Suddenly, fog has appeared as I walked into the forests for
few seconds. The trees start turning black as if they have cursed by someone.
Soon he appears- the man with white mask and capotain which had invented in
1590s to the 1640s in England and Northwestern Europe. He smiled with murderous
look as if he intends to deter me from being closer at him…
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