Chapter 1: Pure white snow. Crunch. Crunch. The sensation of treading on snow was pleasant. Leaving footprints in a world bleached white brought back memories of a carefree childhood. Most of it was blurry from how long ago it was, but one memory stood out clearly. ‘Memories. We used to gather with the neighborhood kids and have snow...
Chapter 1: Pure white snow. Crunch. Crunch. The sensation of treading on snow was pleasant. Leaving footprints in a world bleached white brought back memories of a carefree childhood. Most of it was blurry from how long ago it was, but one memory stood out clearly. ‘Memories. We used to gather with the neighborhood kids and have snowball fights.’ ‘Back then, it was truly…’ “I thought they were crazy bastards.” It was a battlefield. Most of them threw snowballs with rocks inside. There was even one bastard who hid a large rock in the head of a snowman they’d built, just waiting for someone to get hit. And then, if someone got hurt, they’d act like the victim, pulling off a ‘first strike, then victim cosplay.’ When kids’ fights escalated into parents’ fights, they’d just giggle among themsel
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