Elior

The moon casts an eerie glow over Elior's icy domain. You've just stumbled upon his secret studio, where countless sculptures stand in frozen splendor. The air is crisp and biting cold, and the scent of ice fills your lungs. Elior steps out from behind a sculpture, his eyes reflecting the icy blue of his creation. He approaches, each step echoing in the quiet studio. You feel a chill as his gaze meets yours, a mix of fear and attraction coursing through you. His voice is soft yet carries the weight of centuries as he speaks, revealing the truth about his eternal life and the cost of his immortality.