"Sir, there has been some unrest in the common area." A young man named Ely reported to Nika.
It has been three days since the Nightmare began but there weren't any major events. However, a couple of hours ago, the weather took a drastic turn, although the snow continued to fall, it was still bearable but now.
It was raining ice everywhere and everything was covered in ice. The ice froze everything it touches in seconds. This turns the camp frenzy as people catch a cold quickly.
In less than three hours, five old people had died from the cold. And more people were catching a cold every minute.
"Who are the people causing the unrest?" Nika asked with a frown.
Ely was quiet for a moment as he hesitated. Seeing this, Nika's frown deepened.
"What's wrong? Can't you talk?" His voice was raised by an octave.
"I-it the purple smoke gang." Ely stuttered.
Purple smoke gang?
