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Without a word, the guard turned to leave, locking the door behind him.

Four long, chilly hours passed, with no more sounds, no more visitors. However, every twenty minutes or so, there was a very slight hum from the ceiling above. It would last a couple of minutes and then fade away.

Once again, after the four hours, Arin's door opened and the green-masked tall man stepped inside. When he spoke, his accent placed his origin in mid-western US: "You are in the middle of the tundra, thousands of miles from the nearest town or person. There is no escape. You are now the property of The Sons of Winter. Tomorrow one of our leaders will visit you. Show respect. Or you will die."

With that, he turned to leave.

About a minute later, a guard in another black face-mask - presumably the same one who had come in four hours earlier - opened the door to Kim's cell. He stepped inside, tilting his head as he looked through his mask at her with curiosity. But he did not speak. He stood by the cracked door, feet shoulder-width apart, and his hands clasped casually behind his back.