Camila was woken up by a cold wind sweeping through her body. Still in her drowsy state, she slapped her hand around her, complaining about where her blankets had gone. Something cold and wet was splashed on her body, and she gasped, pulling herself to sit. "What is going on here?" She asked the elders she saw standing in front of her with anger written on their faces. Thinking that they were angry because of her manners, she pulled herself up to stand and greeted them. All the elders present in there looked at her legs and then averaged their gazes somewhere else.

A cold wind passed by, brushing the...