Cyrus's POV
A heavy, numbing cold wrapped around my body as I started to regain consciousness. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy as if they had been sealed shut for centuries, but I forced them to move. Slowly, I flexed my fingers, feeling the icy surface beneath me. It wasn’t natural—it was too cold, too smooth, and too lifeless.
I exhaled sharply, my breath coming out in visible mist. I tried moving again, first shifting my hands, then dragging my arms across the frozen bed I was lying on. As sensation returned to my limbs, I pushed myself up, wincing at the stiffness in my body.
Blinking, I scanned my surroundings.
The room was small, almost suffocating, with thick ice walls that gleamed eerily under the dim blue light filtering from an unknown source. The only thing in this prison-l
