The night sky of Antarctica split open with Auroras. Beneath the lights dancing and flickering across the sky and lit up the icy peaks, Kim Jihun stood shackled to the ground, his bare feet sinking in the snow.
Wind coiled down, each icy flick tearing his skin open. There was only a thin white shirt and pants to shield him from the freezing climate, his lashes frozen with tears, eye whites red with broken vessels.
"W-w-what d-do you want?!" Kim Jihun's feet had gone numb in the cold, his arms stiff as they tried to keep him warm. Beneath the vast sky and ever-dancing lights, only he and Mo Yang stood. Snow flurried, burying them alive one inch at a time, yet Mo Yang stood unfazed, watching him with those cold, grey eyes.
"I want you to make us whole again. Don't let TzuYun's hard work go all to waste."
Every breath in were icy knives cutting through Kim Jihun's lunges, the air too cold, the wind merciless.
