The wind screamed like a living creature outside the Beckham residence, hurling shards of ice against the windows with such force that the glass trembled inside its frame. Snow swallowed the entire street beyond the house, burying parked vehicles beneath layers of white frost while the distant glow of the city flickered weakly beneath the storm.Inside the living room, warmth still existed. The fireplace crackled softly. Golden light danced across expensive furniture and polished wooden floors. The scent of medicine and hot soup lingered in the air, creating an illusion of safety that felt painfully distant from the chaos raging outside.Pascal Beckham stood barefoot near the front door, shivering violently as freezing air seeped through the thin fabric of his clothes. His lips had already begun turning pale blue, and every breath burned inside his chest like shattered glass.Across the room, Charlotte Beckham ignored him completely. Her entire attention remained fixed on Ben, who lay

“The snow isn’t normal.”Pascal’s voice cut through the living room with such sudden intensity that everyone turned toward him immediately. Charlotte frowned in annoyance. “What are you talking about now?”Pascal ignored her completely.His attention remained fixed on the massive glass window overlooking the Beckham estate. Outside, pale snowflakes drifted silently from the grey morning sky, coating the trimmed hedges and marble pathways in a thin layer of frost. At first glance, the snowfall appeared harmless. Beautiful, even.But Pascal knew better. Every instinct inside him screamed that something was deeply wrong. In his previous life, the early stages of the Eternal Winter had begun gradually. Temperatures dropped unexpectedly across several countries before worsening week after week. Scientists blamed the climate collapse. Governments insisted the situation remained under control.Then the impossible storms arrived. Then the monsters. Then humanity learned the cold itself was aliv

The second crash from upstairs shook the entire mansion hard enough to rattle the chandelier above the living room. Charlotte let out another terrified scream while instinctively backing away from the staircase. Ben grabbed the edge of the sofa with trembling hands, his face completely drained of colour, and even Victor Beckham’s carefully controlled composure began cracking beneath the pressure.Another sound followed immediately after. A slow, dragging noise. Something heavy moved across the second-floor ceiling directly above them. Pascal’s eyes narrowed sharply.The Frost Wretches had entered the house far earlier than they should have been capable of doing. In the previous timeline, low-level Frost Creatures usually avoided heavily populated areas during the opening stages of the apocalypse. They hunted isolated victims first while larger nests formed beneath abandoned districts.But this creature had targeted the Beckham residence directly. That meant one of two things. Either t

“What just happened to you?”Victor Beckham’s voice sounded distant beneath the violent pounding inside Pascal’s skull. Pascal remained on one knee beside the fading Frost Script while cold sweat dripped down the side of his face. The mysterious eye had vanished from the frozen floor completely, yet the pressure it left behind still lingered inside the room like invisible hands wrapped around everyone’s throats.Charlotte stared at him with growing fear. Not anger.Not irritation.Fear.That alone felt surreal. For years, Charlotte had looked at Pascal as though he were an obligation barely worth tolerating. Even when he excelled academically or sacrificed his own happiness for the family, her attention always drifted back toward Ben eventually.But now her eyes held something entirely different. Because deep inside, she was beginning to understand a horrifying truth. Her adopted son was connected to this nightmare somehow. Pascal slowly forced himself upright. His heartbeat had not stabi