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Three months before the world would be frozen, I travelled through time. In my previous life, the extreme ice apocalypse arrived, but space in the survival bases was limited. My sister, Samantha Patrick, and I had only two choices: to enter the state-built Sanctuary Ark, which was said to withstand all disasters, or to stay in the suburbs, inheriting our parents' old wooden house and a patch of wasteland. I chose the seemingly safe Sanctuary Ark. Samantha cried, insisting she couldn't leave the home she grew up in, and chose to stay behind. When the apocalypse struck, Samantha's fiancé tricked her into going into the wild to see the so-called "apocalypse spirits." But she froze to death outside. The next year, the Sanctuary Ark suffered a core failure and became an icy hell for 100,000 people. I too died, frozen in endless cold, hunger, and despair. Before dying, through the last satellite signal from the base, I saw our wooden house transformed into a warm fortress, lit from within. Samantha's fiancé wandered the greenhouse in a thin sweater, picking fresh tomatoes in the snow, the very man who caused her death had become the apocalypse's luckiest survivor. I closed my eyes, full of resentment. If I had a second chance, I vowed to... Then I opened my eyes. I was back, three months before the apocalypse, at the community's resident registration office. This time, perhaps because the memory of freezing was too cruel, Samantha didn't give me a chance to think. She snatched the form from my hand and quickly checked the "stay in suburb wooden house" option with my fingerprint. She didn't know that our old wooden house was the key to activate the Frosthaven Protocol. Last life, her fiancé had accidentally triggered the system. This time, I would activate it myself and build a doomsday fortress of my own. This time, I would walk the path to my miracle.