Worried about the waterfall getting cold, I stuffed a short down jacket in my backpack to keep it from getting cold.

The man and the rabbit finished dressing, opened the door, and went downstairs.

Before leaving, I remembered to turn off the main water valve in the house to prevent the pipes from freezing due to the low indoor temperature if no one is home for a long time.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, a bone-chilling cold hit me. I stood in the hallway for a while to get used to it before putting on the shoes I had left in the hallway on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

During this extraordinary time, fearing a power outage in the elevator, Zuo Ling did not enter the elevator but instead took the stairs downstairs.

Going down from the 22nd floor... anyone who's been there knows what it's like.

Since she has to climb stairs every morning and evening, Zuo Ling is probably getting some exercise in advance.

She keeps all her cars in the garage; she goes there to retrieve them to avoid being seen.

The anti-skid chains for the Tank 300 were installed in advance, and two hand warmers were also attached to the fuel tank in case it froze.

She got into the car and turned the air conditioning and heater to the maximum. She was dressed thickly and didn't feel cold at first; in fact, she felt a little hot.

The roads in the neighborhood were swept very clean, as if it had snowed a very ordinary, unremarkable snowfall.

The security guard huddled in his booth, craning his neck to see who was out in the freezing weather.

Upon seeing that it was the new female owner of the Doomsday Fortress, she gave her a thumbs up, thinking, "Fearless, awesome!"

The sky was dark, there were few people and cars on the street, the snow on both sides was piled high, and the road surface had been cleared.

As Zuo Ling walked, he exclaimed in admiration, "As expected of the capital, it has returned to normal order so quickly."

She changed her mind after the car had driven a short distance.

What she saw was that traffic had resumed on the main street, but the snow on the side roads was still very thick.

Everywhere you look, there are houses buried in snow.

Needless to say, all the single-story houses were submerged. Four- or five-story buildings were flooded everywhere.

Only a minority of residential areas can promptly dispatch snowplows to clear the snow.

It was probably getting late, so instead of seeing anyone clearing the snow, we ran into a few people transporting corpses.

If it weren't for the lights still on both sides, Zuo Ling would have felt like he was walking through the streets of an empty city.

Normally, Kyoto Avenue without traffic jams would be incredibly pleasant.

Right now, I'm feeling really down. The further I go, the worse things get.

Apart from the main traffic artery, both sides were covered in white snow, making it feel like the cars were traveling through a snow tunnel.