Returning to my hideout through the biting snowstorm, I found that my painstakingly arranged base had been transformed into a frozen storage locker.

Caught off guard, I blinked in confusion before silently screaming in horror. A sudden gust of icy wind tore through my clothes, sneaking in through every crevice.

"Ugh, being up high really sucks when it’s windy," I grumbled, pulling my coat tighter around me as I cautiously scanned the darkness.

I found my battered, secondhand flashlight amidst the chaos on the floor, giving it a few solid taps until it flickered to life.

"…Wow, what a disaster."