How cold can human beings truly become? A body that should be alive is nothing more than mere flesh. Toward such an existence, kindness or sympathy is unnecessary. No matter how loudly one screams, no matter how hard one cries, the voice reaches no one. A body roasted alive over flames. The pain is nothing more than the desperate cries of an animal. From the burning skin rises a foul stench, the only remaining proof that it was once human.