Day Nine Rithe is sleeping on the floor, wrapped up in her jacket, trying to keep out the cold during the night. The solution she was brewing caused the surroundings to get cold, but was taking longer than she expected. If I wait until morning, the reaction should be completed. She shivers, If I don't freeze solid before then. Some time passes, but the situation doesn't improve. Okay, fine. Rithe stands, shuddering as she moves around her workshop, desperate for some temperature-increasing