: wedge

"Where are we going?" The little girl asked.
"Don't know, in short it must be alive."
The thick snow trapped the boy's legs. He moved hard, and every step forward, there was a sound of metal collision, and his hands and feet were locked together with chains. Snowflakes rolled onto his face like a knife, he did not dodge, and there was nowhere to dodge. He stood so high, without blinking, dragging the chain, carrying the little girl, and walking forward resolutely.
"I'm a little cold." Said the little girl.
"I'm cold too, cold together." Said the little boy.
"Okay!" The little girl agreed.
Behind the two people, the deep footprints fell in the boundless snow-white, a faint red could be seen faintly.
At the end of the footprints, it was not snow but blood.
Blood stained here, and everyone who fell fell with a face of astonishment and fear, as if seeing something incredible and terrible.
The heavy snow fell, quietly covering it all.