The room is dark, ruined plastic and metal furniture littering the floor, you barely make the few meters forward to a doorway when you hear a voice behind you, harsh and cold, like the ice You..can..not..escape A figure stands in the doorway, the sight making your blood run cold, a skull fringed with long, disheveled hair, black armor made of metal, coated in silver. The room has just got at least 5 degrees colder. Whatever this is, one thing is clear: you don't want to face this!
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