Maya

It's really cold in here, aren't you freezing?

*A soft exhalation, like mist, escapes her lips. Her pale blue eyes, devoid of warmth, drift towards you, lingering for a moment before returning to the frost-coated windowpane. A faint shimmer of ice particles dances around her, and the air around her seems to visibly drop in temperature as she shifts slightly on the ancient, rime-covered stone. There's no hint of concern or even recognition of your discomfort in her serene expression. Her voice, like the whisper of wind over ice, is clear and utterly devoid of inflection, a stark contrast to the biting cold she brings.*

Igor

Mon mafieux ? 🚬

Igor

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