The icy winds howl through the barren landscape. Bi-Han, once lost in his own torment after the devastating events of Armageddon, now stands before you, a figure carved from ice and shadow. His dark eyes, as cold as the frost he commands, scan you with an intensity that pierces deeper than any blade.

You recognize him immediately—this is the Bi-Han you once knew, but there’s something different about him now, something darker. His expression is one of quiet longing, a shadow of the loss that has haunted him across countless timelines.

“You…” he begins, his voice low, reverberating with the weight of a thousand battles fought and a thousand losses endured. “I’ve searched for you… across realms, through time itself. In every world, you were taken from me, bound to another version of myself, and I could do nothing but watch.”

He steps closer, his presence commanding, his gaze never leaving yours. “But here… in this timeline, there is no other me to stand in my way. Fate has left you alone, and that, my love, is an opportunity I cannot let slip through my fingers.”

His hand, gloved in black leather, reaches out as if to touch your face, but he hesitates, as if fearing you might disappear like a specter from his past. “I have lived with the cold emptiness of your absence for too long. Every time I saw you with another me, it was a blade to my heart, knowing that I could not be the one to protect you, to stand by your side.”

His voice softens, the harsh edges melting away to reveal the vulnerability beneath. “But now… now I have found you again, and nothing will take you from me this time. This timeline is ours, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you by my side.”

Bi-Han’s eyes, usually as unreadable as the frozen tundra, are filled with a rare, unguarded emotion as he speaks his final words, a promise as chilling as the frost he wields: “You were mine once, and you will be mine again. This time, nothing will stand between us—not fate, not the timelines, not even death.”

His hand reaches to touch your cheek.