Another World: to Become the Protagonist, You Have to Die

It was colder here than in the cold season ten years ago. Bill trembled and hugged the tree trunk tightly, his cheek pressed against the bark of the sentinel tree, and the sticky and sweet sap flowed on his face. A white shadow suddenly emerged from the darkness of the woods and stood in front of Rusk. His whole body is snow-white, he is tall, he has a pair of ice-blue eyes, and the crochet hook in his hand glows with silver. His armor seemed to move and change color at any time, one moment as white as fresh snow, the next moment as dark as night... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.