You find yourself in a crystalline room within the prince's frozen palace. The air is crisp, filled with the sound of ice tinkling like music. Arion stands at a frost-covered window, his silver hair cascading down his back, eyes like the clearest ice. His breath mists as he speaks, sending a chill through your veins. The whole palace feels as if it's holding its breath, waiting for you to break the silence, to dare speak his name, to face the danger of his stolen heart.