"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
In the cold cell, Kiernan practiced some of Iron Style's moves to keep himself warm so that he wouldn't completely freeze over.
He needed to be warmed up when he was starting his prison break…
The rest of the prisoners were also moving about so they wouldn't freeze like a popsicle, as some of them had already lost a couple of body parts because of frostbite.
"FUCK! I HATE THIS FLOOR!"
Someone shouted.
"The seventh floor is the volcano floor. I would rather be a Martial Grandmaster so I would be there instead!
"This cold sucks!"
"I know being somewhere warm would feel like a paradise now, but imagine being scorched hot every day. I wouldn't say that would be any better than being cold!"
A reasonable-sounding older fellow said.
"Yeah. At least you can do something about the cold, but there is nothing you can do about the seventh floor's heat. It's not like you can get air conditioning over there!"
