[Number of people (Snow Woman Archer 1, 3, 5; Matron 11)]
D12=d12(9)=9
As the Hero's consciousness struggled to swim upward from the Sea of No Dreams, a series of icy sensations, mingled with murmurs that were difficult to describe, transmitted into her mind through her lethargy.
"Miss Hero, hee hee, Miss Hero…"
???
The Hero was startled, hazily lifting her eyelids a sliver.
Gentle whispers reminiscent of warblers and swallows twined around her, coupled with a jade-like icy touch gently caressing her, occasionally interspersed with intoxicated murmurs and delighted whispers.
Everything around enveloped the Hero like a gentle and icy breeze in the summer.
"It's really… warm."
"She truly hasn't been affected at all!"
"Gently! Don't wake her up!"
"This, this is the warmth of humankind… ha…"
"Wait, it's my turn…"
"I, I also…"
"No, just a little longer…"
"Ah, she seems to have moved."
"Miss Hero, Miss Hero…"
1. All of you, back away from her! ♛
2.…What's going on?
