I'm from the White Creek town (2) _1

The morning arrived.

The morning mist that filled the mountain forest dispersed, revealing a fresh air that seemed to have been washed by water. Everywhere was filled with a moist vitality.

Under an old tree on the hillside, snow-colored long-haired rats were gathered together, making "chirping" sounds as they fought for a few nuts that had fallen to the ground.

They played without restraint until they heard a loud noise. Then, they jumped onto the branches and looked around vigilantly.

On the hill next to the tree, there was a building half-hidden underground. A few clusters of seven-colored Bell orchids were planted at the window that looked like a pair of big eyes.

As the door creaked open, a well-built young man slowly walked out of the house.

The young man had thick eyebrows and big eyes. His muscles were like cast iron, shining with a healthy luster.

He was wearing a vest-like top that revealed his arms and a pair of gray jeans.