Frost began to crawl slowly from where Doma's grip held the man's leg, turning his skin a pale blue. The man's teeth began to chatter, not just because of the biting cold that filled the room,
Doma tilted his head slightly while still seated on his icy throne and said in a calm, soft voice like a cold breeze: "It seems you've lost your tongue all of a sudden.. what a pity. I was looking forward to hearing more of your brilliant plans."
The edge of the ice fan brushed against the man's chin, leaving a trail of frost on his skin, as he continued with a mysterious smile: "Since you are silent, let's play a game of choices. I'm feeling generous today, so I'll give you two paths to end this situation."
Doma's eyes gleamed with a hollow, terrifying light as he added: "The first option: I continue to draw the heat from your body until your blood freezes in your veins and your heart shatters like a piece of glass. You will turn into a statue that decorates this room."
Then he turned his gaze toward the broken window and continued: "As for the second option: it is for you to test your skills at jumping from this floor. The ground below is very hard, but gravity is much faster than my ice.. what do you think?"
The man burst into tears, trying to speak with stiff lips: "Please.. I didn't know.. have mercy on me.. please!"
Doma tilted his head to the other side, his smile remaining fixed and unmoving: "Mercy? Ara.. what an interesting human word. You don't understand, my friend, I feel nothing toward you.. no anger, no pity, not even hate. You are just a bothersome noise that must be silenced."
Suddenly, the cold pressure in the room reached its peak. Doma stood up, and the icy throne behind him shattered into a thousand glittering shards. At that moment, the "Doma" persona began to recede as his original consciousness returned to the surface, though maintaining that deadly coldness.
Doma looked at the trembling man
He walked toward the door with silent steps over the frost-covered floor. When he reached the threshold, he stopped and turned his head to cast one last look with his rainbow eyes,
"If you try to enter the first floor.... I won't give you a choice next time. I will simply kill you."
Without waiting for a response, Doma left the room and began to descend the stairs. As soon as Doma closed the door behind him and moved away from the man's sight, everything collapsed. The ice fan vanished as if it had never been, and the cold fog disappeared, replaced by a hysterical shivering that struck his small body.
Doma leaned his back against the crumbling wall in the dark hallway, clutching his chest tightly as he gasped for air, as if his lungs had been frozen for the past several minutes.
"What... what just happened?" he whispered with a trembling voice, while beads of cold sweat poured from his forehead.
It was a terrifying experience beyond his comprehension. During the encounter, Doma wasn't the one in control; he felt like a prisoner inside a glass cell in the depths of his own mind. He could see everything clearly through his eyes and hear that soft, provocative voice coming from his throat, but he was powerless to move a single finger or stop the words that dripped like poison.
"I was... I was trapped inside," he whispered, looking at his hands as they began to regain their natural color. "I couldn't even scream.. my body was moving on its own, as if someone else was controlling my body."
He remembered the moment "Doma's" persona emerged; it wasn't just an act, he felt an absolute chill and real ice covering his entire soul. It was a feeling of total emptiness, a complete absence of any empathy or fear, which made him certain that the previous owner of the body, or perhaps an entity linked to this "Quirk," still lurked in the dark corners of his consciousness.
He wiped his face with his trembling palm, trying to banish that terrifying smile that was still stuck in his imagination. "I must be careful.."
He took a deep breath and tried to gather himself; he still had to go down to check on his mother, and she must not see this terror in his eyes.
Doma took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. Suddenly, he remembered something important.. the water! His mother was in desperate need of it.
Despite the terror he felt from himself just moments ago, his need to save his mother was stronger. He turned and retraced his steps toward the second floor with heavy strides.
As soon as he opened the door, the man jumped and knelt in the corner, covering his face with his hands, screaming in panic: "Please! Don't kill me! I'll leave! I'll leave now!"
Doma looked at him with normal eyes this time, devoid of that terrifying rainbow glow, and said in an exhausted, childish voice: "Do you have water?"
The man stopped screaming and looked at him suspiciously, then pointed with a trembling hand toward the corner of the room where three large water bottles sat, completely new and unopened.
Doma stepped forward slowly, avoiding the bottles the man might have touched before, and picked up one that the man's hand hadn't reached. It was cold, because of the ice.
Before leaving, doma turned toward the man who was watching him as if he were a predatory beast and said in a calm, sincere tone: "I.. I am sorry for what happened earlier."
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