Dawn had barely broken, the early morning light throwing shadows onto the building while Raiden and Soul shadowboxed in front of the house.
Raiden stood bare-chested, his muscled torso exposed as he embraced the day's chill, while Soul mirrored his movements in her black turtleneck, enchanted stickers adorning her hair and skin.
Raiden shivered with every strike he threw into the air. He was growing weak, and he knew it. Trembling in temperatures barely below six degrees, when he used to train in subzero conditions each morning in his past life. He needed to reconnect with the cold once more.
It wasn't long before he paused and looked at Soul. Even with her hands and stomach exposed to the cold air, she didn't appear to be struggling the way he was.
His expression turned grim. "Do you not feel the cold?"
Soul's expression remained soft. "I don't get cold…"
"What?" Her response caught Raiden off guard.
