他在寒风中穿上了那件小号的外套，紧箍的袖子让他行动不便，却坚持认为“箍身的衣裳更暖心”。然而，当一群人潮涌向着某个方向时，他发现自己被困在了密集的人群中。就在这时候，一道刺骨的寒风吹来，那件衣服 suddenly felt like it was made of ice, and the paper padding inside seemed to be burning his skin.

"吓!" someone shouted as a piece of cloth tore open, revealing the shocking truth. The clothes he was wearing were not just any ordinary clothes - they were a warning sign that something terrible was about to happen.

As the crowd began to panic and scramble for safety, he found himself caught in the middle of a chaotic scene. The sound of footsteps echoed through the air, growing louder with each passing second. Suddenly, a group of armed men appeared out of nowhere, their weapons glinting in the dim light.

His heart racing with fear, he tried to push his way through the crowd but it was too late. One of them swung their weapon wildly, striking him with brute force. He fell to the ground hard, feeling an intense cold seeping into his bones.

The leader approached him cautiously and asked if he had been killed by their blows. But instead of responding verbally or physically resisting further attacks from these strangers who seemed intent on causing harm; this man simply held onto whatever fabric remained intact around him tightly – perhaps seeking some semblance comfort while enduring such misery during those last moments before losing consciousness due solely because life itself might soon become unbearable.

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