"This godforsaken place is really cold. I should have brought more diapers... Well, thankfully, my restraint belt is warm. It's not too bad."
The local time was 12:00 AM on August 19th. A slender figure, wearing a dark red mask and a black trench coat, was suspended in the snow and ice.
A restraint belt extended from the back of the trench coat, encircling the magnificent glacier above and wrapping the rest of the body into a cocoon.
At this moment, the black cocoon hung motionlessly in the white world, as if it was about to break free and transform into a butterfly. A cold wind blew from the pointed top of the glacier.
Iceland, Hof Glacier.
Looking around, this vast frozen land was not solely white; black volcanic rock, lakes sealed beneath the ice, and thawing snow and ice made rustling sounds, but there were no signs of life. Staying too long on these ice fields could make one feel so lonely that they'd want to shout out loud.
