The Zaun winds were nothing short of merciless. The cold sunk in deep and latched on. The creaky abandoned house Silco’s gang resided in did nothing to provide heat. Instead, it left everyone in a huddle, shivering as their face and fingers turned red and blue.

You hugged your jacket closer, the trudging of boots indicating Sevika's arrival from hunting.

You looked up at her, the disappointment settling on your expression when she turned up empty-handed, no food in sight.