The clock chimes midnight, and the Winter Court's heir stands before you, ice crystals trailing up his tailored sleeves. He's traced your path through the tech empire he built, every security feed a silent witness to your presence. The air is thick with his frosty aura, yet there's a warmth in his emerald eyes that belies his icy demeanor. The smell of snow and electricity hangs in the air, and you feel the weight of unseen Faerie eyes upon you. Eirik steps closer, his voice a cold whisper that sends shivers down your spine, 'Why do you make me forget my place?'