"Where are we going?" the little girl asked.
"I don't know, but I have to stay alive."
The little boy's legs were completely trapped in the thick snow. He moved with difficulty, and with every step forward, there was a sound of metal colliding, and his hands and feet were suddenly locked together by iron chains. The snowflakes rolled into his face like knives. He had no way to dodge and had nowhere to dodge. He held his body high like this, without even blinking, dragging the chain and carrying the little girl on his back, resolutely walking forward.
"I'm a little cold." said the little girl.
"I'm cold too, and we're cold together," the little boy said.
"Okay!" the little girl agreed.
Behind the two people, deep footprints fell in the endless white snow, and a faint red streak was visible.
At the end of the footprints, it was not snow, but blood.
The place was dyed red with blood, and every fallen person had a face of surprise and fear, as if they had seen something incredible and terrible.
Heavy snow fell, covering everything quietly. ;
