The ground, of course! This whole building is fucked up, son.

An icy finger has pierced through each of your feet, and each finger curls ridiculously tightly around them, securing them tightly to the ground. In fact, more fingers reach up from the ground to keep your feet still.

Zwei's giggles echo through the large room.

"If you want to cut those hands off, you'll have to remove your own feet. Ohhh, but you won't do that, right? ♥"