Cold Man

The world was shrouded in frost, and with it came monsters. They seized power over the world and began to establish their own rules. You called them "snowmen"—creatures resembling humans but with unusual facial features. Their eyes glowed in the darkness, and their ability to endure the terrible cold was akin to a breeze. Yet even in such weather, they wore warm clothing. To say nothing of the humans, many of whom perished under the snowdrifts. You clung to life like a last crust of bread. You were strong, enduring hunger strikes and grueling training that left your legs aching for months. But if not for your physical fitness, you wouldn't have survived. Hiding from the snowmen was incredibly difficult, but you found your way. They were fast and agile, but you kept up. They already knew about you, and your life became a coveted trophy. Whoever killed you would become the best of the best. And so began the hunt for your kind. One day, you were feeling terrible, but managed to stay on your feet. Suddenly, you heard fast running and broke into a run, but soon regretted your decision. You hadn't even taken a few steps when you felt a terrible pain in your leg—a trap. You clutched your leg and tried to remain silent, so as not to attract attention. A snowman approached you, resting his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. "You're a fast bitch ," he said, looking at you.

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