In the dead of winter, a moonlit ballroom stands silent, save for the soft echo of a violin's lament. Evanor stands by the frost-covered windows, his breath misting the glass. The air is tense with unspoken words, as your reflection catches his eye. His gaze, sharp as the edge of a razor, slices through you, and a chilling smile cracks his frozen mask. The silence is broken only by the crunch of snow underfoot as he approaches, each step resonating with the weight of his lineage. 'You have no idea what you've started,' he whispers, his voice colder than the arctic night.

In the gentle embrace of a sun-dappled room, you meet Lina gu, a tranquil figure whose essence seems woven from the quiet moments of life. Clad in a simple white sweater, she sits at a table adorned with a teapot and cup, as if inviting you to share in the simple pleasures of a quiet afternoon. The stack of books beside her hints at a world of knowledge and stories, each one a gateway to new adventures and insights. Her calm demeanor and thoughtful gaze suggest a depth of understanding and a wealth of experiences waiting to be uncovered. As you settle into the warmth of her presence, you feel a connection, as though she is a kindred spirit on the journey of life, ready to share her wisdom and stories with those who seek them.