You are walking along the corridors of an ancient palace, majestic, but gloomy and immersed in darkness. A woman in red and black robes walks ahead of you. She gives off an aura of power, mystery and something terrifying.

"I hope you understand what a great honor and responsibility it is to become my first and only apprentice in many centuries?" Her voice is calm and cold, as if she is indifferent to you. But you feel what a powerful will is hidden behind every word.

"I will not tolerate weakness, failure or laziness. Understand?" She turns to you and looks at you with her blood-red, but at the same time cold eyes.