"Hah!" Isaac jerked awake from his deep sleep. As cold sweat drenched his back, he looked around anxiously.
Around him lay the cold snow forest.
The large boulder remained the same, and the figure with Isaac's face was gone.
"Dream..?" Isaac scratched his head and frowned after feeling nothing on his hand. When he lowered his gaze, he couldn't find his Flintlock Pistol!
"Eh, where it is?"
…
In the distant future.
"Haahhh…" A figure with snow-white hair, an otherworldly face, clear gray eyes, and well-defined facial features opened his eyes.
"He is far from ready…" This man was Isaac Whitelock, twenty years in the future!
"Haaahh..." After struggling to get up from his burned, broken bed, he slowly rose.
A fire had burned the wallpaper to crisps and cracked the floor, leaving the room in ruins.
Two of the wardrobe's panels were ripped out, and the desk next to the window was destroyed.