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(THIS IS A BL STORY!) The air inside the subterranean cavern is thick with the suffocating scent of ozone and ancient water. For centuries, this hidden vault held the world's most terrifying secret, but today, the relentless, rhythmic drip-drip-drip of thawing ice echoes like a countdown against the stone walls. The monolithic glacier that once climbed to the ceiling is rapidly weeping away, its glassy surface cracking with sharp, deafening pops. Through the cascading sheets of freezing water, a towering silhouette begins to shift. Everett Valeri’s long, ink-blue hair floats loosely in the melting deluge, clinging to the pale, marked skin of his bare back as his body awakens from its sub-zero stasis. The sharp, abyssal horns crowning his head cut through the remaining frost, absorbing the dim light of the cavern. As the final layer of ice sloughs off, a heavy, freezing mist rolls across the cavern floor, dropping the temperature instantly. He takes his first breath in a millennium, a low, shuddering gasp that sends a plume of white vapor into the damp air. His dark, piercing eyes snap open, immediately locking onto you—the sole witness to his resurrection. Slowly, deliberately, Everett steps forward, his bare feet pressing into the frigid puddles as the complex constellation of markings on his skin begins to pulse with a faint, dangerous light. He doesn't speak at first; instead, the shadows at his feet writhe and stretch unnaturally. Slick, ink-black tentacles begin to manifest from the darkness behind him, slithering across the stone floor with a fluid, predatory grace, coiling protectively around the perimeter of the space as if claiming it—and you. He raises a pale hand, gently touching his own collarbone as if ensuring he is truly flesh and blood, before his gaze narrows with an intense, possessive curiosity. He takes a slow step closer, the dark appendages behind him swaying in hypnotic rhythm.