The night had wrapped itself around the underground dome in Antarctica. Everyone was in their quarters, sound asleep. Tom stood upright at his window, gazing into the darkness. Before him lay a vast blackness, with the white homes scattered like tiny dots. His gaze was distant, fists clenched tightly, ignoring the sting of the wounds on his palms.


All he could do was keep his mind sharp, filled with strict thoughts of vengeful resolve, unwavering even in his exhaustion.


He stormed out of his room, blinded by fury, striding with quick steps toward his enemy’s quarters. “ Just one move, and it all be over! “ the voice in his head shouted repeatedly. His pace quickened, his shoulders squared, his jaw tightened. He wouldn’t give his target any chance to react.


Straight ahead, he saw the door. He lowered his head like a bull ready to charge at a red flag. Consumed by a chaotic fury, he shoved the door open with force and burst into the room. There she was- the target! She stood by the unlit fireplace with a book in her hand. A-01 met his gaze, calm and unshaken.


Every second he hesitated worked against him. With a primal shout to signal the beginning of his fight, he lunged toward her!