No matter how hot it is inside the room, the cold water flowing from the faucet is bone-chilling. The fierce chill travels down the strands of hair, spreading over the face until the water basin fills up. In the final suffocating moment, he suddenly pulls his face out from the cold water.
His entire head is soaked, the icy water creeps in along the neck line, gradually wetting the shirt on him.
As that coldness descends, his wildly beating heart seems to be gradually frozen, calming slowly from the chaos.
His body slowly breaks free from the nightmare's fear. He takes a deep breath, wipes his face, and leans on the sink, staring at the man in the mirror with pallid complexion and bloodshot eyes.
It truly is...
Killing me.
Philip Shaw slowly closes his eyes, takes another deep inhalation, expelling the remnants of fear completely from his body.
Aldana Candi hugs her knees, staring blankly at the snowy landscape outside the window.
It's close to another New Year.
