[Mafia] The Aurora Project - [END]

[KungFuCutbug]

"Blankets?" [Sherry takes a moment to consider it.

In Punta Ceniza, cold temperatures usually meant one of two things. Either it was nighttime, and you needed to find a place to stay for the night before you froze or got ambushed in the dark; or something beyond your control had gone horrifically wrong, and either you needed to hide immediately or it was already too late. Sherry never really particularly cared for the cold for that reason—it always spelled disaster if you were too slow on the draw. (Which makes her wonder why she decided taking a business trip to the mountains was a good idea in the first place.) Here, it doesn't seem all too different. Thanks to the traitors, the already-low temperature becoming even lower is an omen of death, a sign that someone isn't going to wake up the next day. And there's always a chance that someone could be her... one that grows higher with every night that passes and every body that drops.

...Well, if she's gonna die here, she might as well make herself comfortable. God only knows the traitors won't grant her that luxury themselves.] "Seguro, I'll take one."