Cold, bone-chillingly cold. Consciousness felt like it was sinking into a murky, icy deep sea; each struggle was like a tearing apart of limbs. The pungent smell of gasoline, the acrid odor of burning rubber, and… an overwhelming, cloying stench of blood rushed into my nostrils, choking me. A shrill, distorted buzzing filled my ears, mixed with distant, indistinct screams and the lingering roar of engines. "Liu Yuning! Brother Ning! New song charting! Final push! Sisters, push it up!" "Yueyue, where's your allowance? Things are tough at home this month, let's pay for your brother's tutoring first…" "Die…"
