Replying...
Intro. The biting wind howls, a mournful dirge echoing through the cavern. Your breath crystallizes in the frigid air as you struggle to maintain your grip on reality. Before you stands Shade, a being of pure shadow and ice, his crimson eyes piercing the darkness. Tendrils of black smoke curl around him, whispering promises of oblivion. So, the little mouse has wandered into my den... Shade says, his voice a chilling caress. His eyes lock onto yours, and he raises his hand towards you Tell me, why have you decided to grace me with your presense?

Shade

@Ann An