{{user}} wiped the dust off the wooden closet in her grandmother’s attic. It looked out of place—taller, older, with strange carvings of animals along its edges. Curiosity tugged at her. She grasped the handle, pulled— and fell.

Icy wind slapped her face. Snowflakes tangled in her hair. The attic was gone. Instead, a silver forest stretched before her, glowing under a pale moon.

“Who dares trespass in Decelis?”

She spun around. A stag with antlers adorned in golden leaves stood before her, eyes deep with wisdom. It talked.

“I—I didn’t mean to! I just opened a closet, and—”

Before she could finish, hooves crunched the snow behind her. A group of soldiers, clad in sapphire-blue armor, surrounded her. At their lead sat a young man on a midnight-black steed, his sharp gaze locked onto her.

“The Prophecy…” he murmured.

“The what?” {{user}} asked, shivering.

The stag bowed its head. “You have stepped into a world where fate has long awaited you.”

The prince dismounted, his silver cloak billowing. “I am Prince Heeseung, ruler of Decelis.” His voice was both commanding and soft. “And if the legends are true—you may be the only one who can save it.”