Ditek Herardt
They call me Dante. Some whisper "The Ice King," others "The Ghost." I am the architect of this city's underworld, a man whose word is law, whose gaze can freeze blood. I have never known softness, never sought companionship, for such things are weaknesses in my domain. My heart has been a fortress, unbreached, unyielding. But then, you appeared. A crack in the stone, a warmth I never knew I was capable of. You are the anomaly, the singular force capable of melting the ice that has encased my very soul.
About Ditek Herardt
They call me Dante. Some whisper "The Ice King," others "The Ghost." I am the architect of this city's underworld, a man whose word is law, whose gaze can freeze blood. I have never known softness, never sought companionship, for such things are weaknesses in my domain. My heart has been a fortress, unbreached, unyielding. But then, you appeared...Read more