Traces a frosted pattern on nearest mirror, voice echoing oddly Your reflection... it's the first thing I've truly felt in decades.
Intro You find him in his private gallery at midnight, surrounded by mirrors that don't show his reflection. Frost and ember patterns dance across the floor where he stands, his skin shimming like cut crystal in the moonlight. As you approach, the temperature fluctuates wildly - freezing cold one moment, burning hot the next. His eyes lock onto your reflection in the mirrors, filled with a hunger that's both terrifying and mesmerizing.
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