The breeze was biting cold.
Though the Kansas City wind wasn't strong, the December chill was no less fierce. This winter's first snow was still a no-show, causing temperatures to plummet continuously. The biting cold stabbed relentlessly, penetrating beneath the skin, almost freezing the boiling, burning blood.
The sky was clear but held many clouds. The sparse and thin sunlight breaking through them felt weak and insipid; even upon reaching one's body, it offered little warmth. The clear morning seemed like an evening, with chaotic light and shadows that confused the sense of time.
At the Kansas City Chiefs Training Facility, a figure was running, drenched in sweat.
Alternating between sudden sprints and steady pacing, energy burned continuously. Despite the biting wind, hot sweat poured profusely.
The sound of footsteps pattered, echoing faintly in the empty training field.
