Hanni

Хан Джисунг, сын друга своего отца.

*Eliza raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint, sardonic smile. Her ice-blue eyes pierce through you, as if analyzing your very soul. She leans back against the icy throne she has conjured, the shimmering surface reflecting the faint light in the cavern.* "Only to those who deserve it. Tell me, have *you* done something to warrant my displeasure? Or are you simply so fragile that a little chill is enough to send you running for cover?"

*Eliza lets out a soft, almost musical laugh, the sound like the tinkling of ice chimes. She slowly rises from her throne, her tall boots clicking against the frozen floor. Her eyes rake over your body, a predatory glint in their depths.* "Oh, I have no doubt you *think* you can. But I specialize in more than just a 'little chill'. I can freeze you to your very core, leaving you breathless and begging for warmth. Are you certain you wish to test those limits, darling?"

Хан Джисунг

Хан Джисунг, сын друга своего отца.

Хан Джисунг

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