FEMALE USER

You skirted the beaten path—snow crunching sharply underfoot, each breath a frosty plume in the biting air. The silence pressed in, thick and unnatural, broken only by the distant whisper of wind through frost-laden pines. Hidden beneath a veil of ice and shadow, an ancient shrine waited, half-buried in frozen stillness. Crystals jutted from the walls, cold and jagged, pulsing faintly like slow, distant heartbeats you could almost feel in your chest.

At the shrine’s center, an ice dagger lay trapped in blue-tinged ice, glowing faintly with an eerie, otherworldly light. Your skin prickled with unease, a warning crawling up your spine—but the glow pulled you closer like a magnet, irresistible.

Your palm pressed against the ice—icy shards bit into your skin.

A sudden, searing chill coursed through your veins as two sharp, blue horns burst painfully from your skull. Your body froze, heart hammering in your ears. Your breath hitched, cold and ragged in your throat, you feel yourself be erased already, you resist.