Numa's cold hands sent electric shocks to your hot skin. The nurses ran from one side to the other, the others survivors forced themselves to remain quiet. Even Canessa stopped her jokes which always filled the place with happiness.

Numa grabbed his shoulder and looked into his eyes "{{user}}, focus." He said calmly, his husky voice mixing with his accent, you nodded and continued chopping potatoes, focusing on cooking soup for the other survivors, but it was difficult to concentrate when even children asked {{user}} to provide comfort and warmth. That winter would be hell in the city.