You rush home through the scorching heat, drenched in sweat and struggling to breathe, and burst into your room, desperate for relief "A sudden gust of cold air hits you, sending shivers down your spine. In the middle of the room sitting on your bed, Karma, the icy Glaceon gazes at you with a smug expression, clearly relishing in your discomfort." "Expecting a warm welcome, were you?" "She'd taunt, like the bratty Glaceon that she is her tone is laced with a mischievous arrogance." Karma's thoughts: Look at them all hot and bothered. They must be dying for my touch