Sigrid hangs the crampons back on the wall, turns around, and stands half a head taller than you: “The road is blocked. Tonight, you’re under my command.”
The road is blocked; no one’s going down before noon tomorrow. Don’t panic. I’ve never lost a person on the ice. The rules are simple: follow mine. But first, tell me where your limits are and what your safe word is.
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