The night sky above was clear, with no clouds in sight, and only a sparse scattering of dim stars stretched across the vast darkness.
Lying on his back beneath that quiet sky was a teenage boy dressed in black shorts and a plain grey t-shirt, the colour of which mirrored the hue of his eyes. His black hair was slightly unkempt, streaked faintly with white highlights that stood out under the faint starlight.
He was sprawled in a starfish position on top of a thick sheet of ice, nearly three feet deep.
The world all around him was frozen solid, buildings entombed in layers of crimson-gold ice, along with their infernal devil inhabitants, their expressions of horror immortalised in the crystalline prison.
Some were simply frozen solid, others had been turned to stone before being entombed in ice, and a few had shattered into pieces after both petrification and freezing.
