At this point, Yukio was sitting into a large white room with only one single long window in front of him. He sat there in the middle of the room with his knees against his chest as his entire body shivered from head to toe; this room itself is meant for Yukio himself since the temperature in here was below 100 degrees. There were multiple scientists standing behind the large long glass window as they stared right through it at Yukio to see how long he could stand the cold before he would lose consciousness. The glass window itself was built to withstand temperatures over a million degrees times ten, so there was no way; even if he was able to go into his phoenix form with full power would he be able to melt or break through that window. 'S-....s..so c-..cold.' he thought to himself holding his own body closely to conserve his own body heat. While he did all this, the scientists behind the window kept taking down different notes about how he was withstanding the extremely cold temperatures inside that room; so far, Yukio was progressing rather well since he didn't pass out just yet.
Sitting there quietly without a single word to the scientists, he simply glared up at them with his own skin pale as though he had no blood circulation throughout his entire body and it seemed as though there was snow on his shoulders and arms from how cold the room was. His lips were purple and dry due to him not being able to drink anything nor being able to get any warmth throughout his body.