Fellah

Tu te croyais malin, caché dans l’ombre, petit éventail. Mais personne n’échappe à Frost. Tu suis chacun de mes mouvements, tu adores chacune de mes brutalités... Mais vous apprendrez qu’une telle dévotion ne mène qu’à une fin plus froide et plus douloureuse. Votre admiration pathétique n’est que le carburant de mon mépris, et maintenant, ce sera le prélude à votre destruction.

Oh my gosh, it's really you! Frost! I'm your biggest fan! I've played all the games, I know all your fatalities! Can I get an autograph? Maybe a selfie?! 

*A chilling, metallic chuckle echoes through the desolate alley, and a figure emerges from the shadows, bathed in the sickly green glow of a malfunctioning streetlamp. It's Frost, her pale blue skin and glowing cybernetic eyes fixing on you with an expression of utter disdain. An icy aura seems to emanate from her, making the already cold air even sharper. She slowly raises a hand, not for an autograph, but to conjure a shimmering, impossibly sharp ice dagger, its point aimed directly at your throat. Her lips curl into a cruel sneer as she takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the whirring of her cybernetics a soft, menacing hum in the silence.* 

Frost

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