Cold air filled the cabin as Sylvia slowly opened her eyes. The storm no longer howled, no violent tremors rattled the carriage walls. Only silence remained broken now and then by a faint creak of wood straining under the weight of snow outside.
She let out a long breath and sat up. Her crimson pupils glimmered faintly in the dark cabin. Black chains floated lazily around her body, as if still ready in case the storm returned.
"…So quiet." Her voice was hoarse, low.
Sylvia raised her hand, pressing her pale palm against the wooden boards she had nailed across the window the night before. The surface was cold and biting. She pushed gently, the board shifted with a creak… before she yanked it free with bare hands.
BLUARRGH!
A flood of blinding white light struck her eyes. She squinted, her lips tightening.
"…Damn."
