One Week Later
The snow continued to fall relentlessly, blanketing the world in an endless sheet of cold, white silence. The wind howled eerily through the cracks of the old building, while three small souls clung to survival amidst the oppressive quiet.
Karl stood in the middle of the room, his palm stretched out into the air. Above his hand, an illusory spiral vortex shimmered faintly, spinning slowly with fractured light like broken glass. From within the vortex, a can of food materialized and gently dropped into his hand.
Mrs. Jane, sitting on the worn-out sofa clutching a frayed blanket, watched the scene with wide eyes. Even after a week of witnessing the same thing, the sight still left her stunned.
"I… I still can't fully believe this," she muttered softly.
Karl gave her a faint smile. "You'll get used to it, Mrs. Jane. This is… one of the perks of the system I have. Something even I'm still struggling to fully understand."
