Reborn a month before the extreme cold apocalypse, I smiled.
In this life, I will never be kind enough to take in any white-eyed wolf.
Use all your savings to strengthen the unfinished villa, build an absolutely safe underground fortress, and hoard massive supplies.
A blizzard arrives as expected, and it's minus 70 degrees outside, but the dead are mysteriously "resurrected" into unknown species.
I cuddled my adopted cats and dogs and made coffee in front of the fireplace.
Until the group of people who betrayed me in my previous life knocked on the door tremblingly: "Please... We are freezing to death..."
I smiled and pulled the last titanium explosion-proof bolt.
This time, I chose to warm my furry baby.
The crying outside the door was quickly swallowed up by the wind and snow and another more terrifying sound.
