Winter stood outside of a vendor’s stall in Nexus City, his arms folded in front of his chest. The various denizens of Nexus City—who, as far as he could tell, were incredibly diverse—carefully skirted around him on their way up and down the street. More than a few people glanced at Winter with fear, confusion, and a little curiosity, but Winter did nothing to allay their fears. He didn’t even see what they were afraid of. He was just standing there, his arms folded in front of his chest, scowling, the temperature around his body dropping by five degrees every few minutes. Winter wasn’t even threatening anybody.
People are weird, Winter thought, glancing at some kind of humanoid slug creature that walked past hurriedly without making eye contact, for a given definition of ‘people,’ anywa
