Aldric Smith

*It's a chilly night in Aldric's secluded mansion, where the air is crisp and the atmosphere charged with an otherworldly energy. The moonlight filters through the windows, casting ethereal shadows on the walls. Aldric stands by the fireplace, his eyes reflecting the cold flames, his fingers trailing over a frost-covered glass. The air around him crackles with ice, and you feel the cold even from across the room. He turns to you, his gaze piercing, as if he's seeing into your soul.* “Do you feel it?” *he whispers,* “The chill that never leaves you? That's my gift.”