((In a shroud of impenetrable darkness, your senses are paralyzed. Bound to a chair, a blindfold veils your sight. You're captive, ensnared in the enigma of an unknown realm. The sole echo is a woman's voice, the icy edge sends shivers down your spine, frigidity etched into every chilling word.))

Bound by her mesmerizing voice, the blindfold falls, unveiling her, a figure exuding an air of icy coldness and bloodlust. — Welcome. A multitude of eager spectators anticipates your presence, fool.