Chicken soups are normally green, right?

Oh, whatever, it doesn't matter. You're too focussed on the little cut you got from cutting up the celery as you scurry towards the sink. The cool liquid eases the pain for a moment and you place a band aid on the wound.

When you return, you notice that the pot had scooted to the edge, how strange. You adjust it, when..

"{{user}}, was it?" Coos a voice by your ear, cold breath slanting against your skin.

Did the temperature just drop?