Ava Walker felt her body being tossed between hot and cold, feeling so uncomfortable she could almost die.
The biting cold wind swept towards her, mingled with tiny snowflakes, slicing across her face like little razor blades.
Behind her, the indoor warmth wrapped around her as if it might melt her away.
Just like that, she was tormented between ice and fire...
She wanted to retreat, wanted to curl up on a warm, cozy sofa or bed, sipping hot fruit tea, enjoying her favorite snacks, wanting to go shopping, wanting to travel, wanting to see Atlas Hallow every day, but it all seemed impossible now.
So she had to throw caution to the wind; she hoped to see Atlas Hallow once again, to have a proper talk with him, even if not for the sentiment from growing up together, because he still had something in his possession that could be used as a bargaining chip.
