The figure dragged a heavy metal box through the snow, leaving long tracks behind.
The hem of a white wool military coat sliced through the dense darkness, with the legs wrapped in leather boots sinking knee-deep into the snow, the crisp crunching sound echoed like war drums, reaching the soldier's ears clearly and steadily.
The soldier was momentarily bewildered, thinking he was hallucinating.
Who would walk the desolate Extreme Cold Zone at such a deep night?
Even if not targeted by predators, one could freeze to death due to hypothermia in the night.
In the brief moment of distraction, the figure below had already approached, and the knee-deep snow seemed to pose no obstacle for her, even though the iron box behind had rolled into a small snowy mountain.
The figure raised her head, examining the city before her.
