Unfortunately, she dressed too thinly in the summer.
How could a layer of summer clothes fend off the cold? Curled up and handcuffed to a chair, she trembled from the cold, looking rather pitiful.
"...Is anyone there, please... let me go... let me out, I have nothing to do with this..."
In the empty room, no one responded to her. Not even an echo, just a suffocating, oppressive coldness.
She was cold... he was very cold...
She knew that movement could generate heat and make her feel a bit better. But the handcuffs and shackles on her restricted her range of motion. Apart from sitting on the icy chair and letting wave after wave of intense cold invade her body, she had no way to break free from this bone-chilling imprisonment.
Cold, the type of cold that seeps into the crevices of bones.
