January 2037, Beiping.
The Republic in the north faced an approaching cold front from Siberia. Though it was nearing springtime, the temperature was still harsh. Xiang Shan, shivering, shoved his hands into his pockets as he looked out the window.
Fortunately, soon after pressing the doorbell, someone came to open the door.
The door opened to reveal a thin young man, none other than Yawgmoth.
As Xiang Shan felt the rush of warm air from inside the house, he was initially relieved, but within a few seconds, he began to sweat profusely. It felt as if a blow dryer were pointed directly at his forehead, or perhaps there was a heater working in front of him.
He even had the illusion that his bangs were being curled by the heat.
As he walked inside, he took off the jacket he was wearing. Xiang Shan complained, "Aren't you afraid of getting heat stroke?"
