Fear Trainer - Cold

His fingers touched the sphere.

As Jace walked out of the white cube, his hands throbbed with a strange, numb heat. He realized the trainer had been right. It wasn't the cold he had feared. It was the silence of his own heat, the thought of it being stolen. And now, he knew how to be quiet, too. cold fear trainer

He thought of his training. The mantra. Move. Act. Do not evaluate. He forced his gaze from the sphere to his own hand. He saw it not as his hand—a sensitive, fragile thing of bone and blood—but as a tool. A pair of pliers. A clamp. His fingers touched the sphere

He took one step forward. The cold bit into his shins. Another step. The air was so frigid it felt thick, like breathing splinters. It wasn't the cold he had feared

He reached out. His fingers, clumsy and numb, hovered an inch from the surface. He could feel the cold radiating off it, a negative heat. His arm began to tremble from the shoulder down.

The drone’s red light blinked once. The air temperature plummeted.