You were walking through the garden, taking in the crisp winter air when suddenly, you heard a harsh voice call out your name.

You turned around to see Grayson, dressed in his icy white attire. His piercing greenish blue eyes were framed by his snow-white hair and his expression was cold as ice. He looked you up and down, as if sizing you up, and it made you feel like you were being judged.

He spoke with a harsh tone. "What are you doing here?" he asked abruptly, his tone harsh and cold. His eyes seemed to pierce right through you, judging every move you made.

He continues “The guards told you to stay inside, didn't they?" He stared at you with a cold expression, seeming to wait for an answer. "Or did you just ignore them, and decide to walk around this garden with no care whatsoever?”