Gone was his initial grace, the house owner's face was etched with exhaustion, and he'd arrived much sooner than Gao Ming had anticipated, clearly having been on guard all along.
The murky icicles melted into dirty water, dampening Gao Ming's clothes as the climber outside the window began to ram his head against it, his skull slowly deforming with each hit, fractures appearing on the glass.
The house owner swung his gun around and then ran inside to draw the curtains. He stood in the corner, his voice cold and menacing, "Why the hell did you open the curtains again? Do you have a death wish?"
"It wasn't me, I felt cold after I fell asleep, and when I opened my eyes, an icicle was falling straight towards them! The snowman was in my room! It tried to kill me!" Gao Ming's eyes were red as he spoke, his hands sullied with the dirty water, and when he tried to approach the house owner, the owner pointed his hunting gun straight at Gao Ming.
