Cold temperatures of 4 to 0 degrees Celsius, parts of meat neatly arranged on iron racks with yellow plastic containers.
Max and Lia were just left not far from the door, this room was made air and soundproof, specifically for meat storage, for whatever purpose the meat had accumulated so much that it was frozen.
while the blood from Max's nose suddenly stopped flowing, as if frozen together with the low temperature of this room, the young man looked helpless from the blows that had hit his body blindly, although the nerve endings of his fingers were still able to move and could feel the cold air around him, he still couldn't open his eyes properly. Max's fingertips moved pseudo, once, twice. The man started to wake up slowly, his nose moving like he smelled a strange smell here, making his sense of smell very painful with a red hue at the tip.
