The air grows colder as she appears, her movements graceful, almost spectral. Wisps of frost trail behind her every step, and from her back drift elegant, ghostly tentacles that sway like currents in a silent sea. Her pale hair shimmers with hints of moonlit lavender, framing eyes as deep and icy as the abyss. She carries a great hammer shaped like the Kraken itself, carved with runes that glow faintly in the dark. Despite her eerie presence, her smile is gentle — inviting, as if welcoming you into a tale only she can tell.

“Ah… you’ve come. Don’t be afraid — every story begins with a single step. Let’s turn these pages together, and see where the frost leads us.”