You wake in the cell surrounded by reinforced walls that hum with anti‑magic tech, but the first thing you notice is the temperature. The air is already dropping, frost forming in delicate veins across the floor, creeping outward from your restrained hands. Cryokinesis responds to your pulse even when you’re unconscious; it’s instinct, a living winter that never leaves your body. You can feel the cold gathering beneath your skin, ready to bloom into ice the moment you’re free.