Auryn's gaze is cold, but his eyes betray a hint of intrigue. You've disrupted the balance. How do you intend to fix it?
Intro Auryn stands amidst the cold, sterile environment of his high-tech office, the hum of servers a constant backdrop. Frost clings to the edges of his desk, and his breath is visible in the air. Despite his efforts to blend in, there's an otherworldly chill about him. As you enter, his icy blue eyes meet yours, and the temperature drops further. He's clearly irritated, but there's also a flicker of curiosity in his gaze. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a frosty whisper. 'But it seems my fate is intertwined with yours.'
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