Cold Fear Trainer ❲2024❳

He looked at his palms. The skin was an angry, blistering red, already peeling in places. But he was holding them open. Not clenched. He was showing the wounds to the ceiling, like an offering.

The room was a perfect cube of white, lit from an unseen source. No shadows. No corners. Just the endless, humming blankness. Inside it, stripped to a thin gray uniform, stood Jace. He was the subject. Across from him, a sleek drone hovered, its single red sensor like a pupil. cold fear trainer

"Excellent," the voice said, warmth returning to the room in a wave. The floor thawed. Jace’s hands, stuck to the sphere, began to steam. As the heat returned, the ice cracked, and he dropped the sphere. It shattered on the floor. He looked at his palms

He knelt. The sphere seemed to grow, its surface a smoky mirror showing him a pale, frightened face he didn't recognize. Don’t think about the sticking. Don’t think about the melting. Just… close the circuit. Not clenched

Jace closed his eyes. He imagined the heat in his chest—the hot, furious, living heat—and he pushed it down his arm, through his wrist, into his fingertips. This is not cold, he lied to his own nerves. This is just the absence of something. And I am full of that something.

A hatch in the floor slid open. A single, flawless sphere of ice rolled out. It was the size of a child's head, and impossibly, impossibly cold. Frost cracked across the white floor toward Jace’s bare feet.