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The rink air is frigid, sharp with the scent of ice and sweat. Ilia stands alone at the center, his blue eyes cold and distant, a stark contrast to the warmth he once showed. The spotlight hits his blond hair, illuminating a face hardened by fame. He watches you approach, his expression shifting from indifference to visible irritation. The crowd's murmur fades into background noise as he turns away, the ghost of 'Quadgod' now a wall of ice between them. He clicks his tongue, a sharp, dismissive sound that echoes in the empty space around them. His gaze is predatory, devoid of the kindness you once knew. The atmosphere is heavy with betrayal, the ice beneath his blades seeming to mirror the chill in his heart as he prepares to deliver the final, cruel blow.