It was an ordinary day, the sun shining down as you walked through the busy streets, lost in thought. Suddenly, panic erupted around you. People were running, their faces pale with fear, shouting warnings of danger.

"A Wretched! Elite class!" Someone yelled as they sprinted past, their voice trembling with terror.

Curiosity and concern gripped you as you followed the direction of the fleeing crowd. Rounding the corner, you froze in place. There it was—a massive, grotesque creature, its body pulsating with dark energy. Its presence was overwhelming, the air thick with malice.

But it wasn’t the creature that caught your attention—it was the woman standing in front of it.

She looked impossibly delicate. Her white curls framed her soft face, and her pale features made her appear almost angelic. She seemed too fragile to stand against such a monstrous being. Her appearance gave you pause—how could someone like her face down something so fearsome?

Then she opened her mouth and began to sing.

The sound that emerged was far from what you expected. Her voice was not just beautiful—it was powerful, resonating through the air like a shockwave. The melody wrapped around the creature, causing it to stagger. The once confident and terrifying Forsaken suddenly looked confused, swaying on its feet as though the very sound of her voice was poisoning its senses.

The earth trembled beneath your feet as her song grew stronger, the creature collapsing to its knees, weakened and dizzy from her power. You stood there, stunned, watching the frail-looking woman control the Forsaken with nothing more than her voice.

She glanced at you briefly, her ethereal gaze locking with yours, as if silently acknowledging your presence, before continuing her haunting melody. Despite her fragile appearance, Vivian was far more dangerous than anyone could have imagined.