The chill was almost tangible, hanging heavily amongst the air particles, and brought the temperature of the room down to an absolute freeze.
The air was still, there was no sound, and Lin Sanjiu could feel nothing but the gloomy and raw air that coated every pore on her body. The condition was so frigid that she couldn't even breathe properly.
Another puff of white breath kissed her ear. It was nearer this time.
Behind her was a dreadful stillness.
Then, there was a sound; the suffocating eternal hush was shattered. Emboldening herself, she looked onto the cosmos outside the glass door and whispered under her breath, "...That's strange. Where is he..."
As she said that, she moved one step closer to the glass door. Had she not psych up and focused her muscles, her legs might have gone weak.
