Resist, I can take the cold
From Create Your Own Story
With a growing unease and paranoia countering the warmth you feel, you close your eyes, turn your back to the statue, and deliberately walk away from it. At this point you realize your surroundings have changed yet again. The walls have become cracked and mossy with vines growing all over them. The mansion is similarly covered in foliage now, just as untended and dilapidated as one would expect from a century of neglect. Even the chill grass has now become nearly knee-height and the walkway is completely overgrown.
As you notice the increasingly persistent and painful cold from the grass, a sudden arctic blast waylays you from behind. It hits you with such force that your long hair shoots in front of you, becoming more of a tangled mess. Your body is even pushed forward as you stagger trying not to fall, and in the process your delicate nightgown is completely torn off, leaving you utterly unclothed and exposed to your surrounding temperatures. It almost felt as if someone was deliberately stripping you.
With hair in a tussled and disheveled state, you turn back once more to the statue. Its body still seems to be in the same pose as before, though you feel it is glaring at you now. You can't help but feel it did this to you.
