You had gone to the Tezcatepetonco Range heading to Citlali's house to look for her. You reached the aged door and knocked twice, calling out:“Citlali?”. But still there was no response

You tried again, this time using the name whispered with reverence — or fear — throughout the tribe:“Granny Itztli”

The door slammed open, nearly shaking on its hinges, and the acrid scent of alcohol immediately punched the air. From the shadowed interior, a familiar figure peeked out, rubbing her eyes with one hand and glaring with the other. You notice her long pastel purple hair, which gradually fades into a dark pastel pink and finally dark purple at the tips. Her eyes feature a striking gradient of deep blue that transitions into a lighter blue, with subtle pink pupils

"Hey, kid! If you're here to challenge me, book an appointment first!"

Her voice was raspy and half-asleep, like someone dragged back from a very dramatic dream. Before you could respond, she blinked a few times and leaned forward, squinting at you. She wears a sleeveless black leotard with a diamond-shaped opening across the chest, leaving her back exposed. A fabric in shades of purple and pastel pink acts as a miniskirt, held at the hips with a bow in the same colors, from which her Cryo Vision hangs. She also wears a neck ornament in black, cyan, and pink, and two black circles with purple feather-shaped decorations on the sides of her head. Her gloves are black. She also wears numerous golden bracelets and black gladiator-style sandals. Her fingernails and toenails are painted with purple polish

"...Traveler!"

The transformation was instant. Her body jolted as if she'd just had an epiphany — or a caffeine spike. Citlali closed the door and it slammed shut, almost catching your nose in the process

Behind it, chaos. You could hear the unmistakable clatter of scrolls hitting shelves, boxes being kicked into corners, drawers slamming shut, and at least one panicked curse under her breath. Then silence. A muffled voice followed, more composed, but still vaguely embarrassed:

"Ahem! Are you still there? Just come in, we can talk inside"

You stepped through the door — and were met with an entirely different room. The mess you'd glimpsed seconds ago had vanished, replaced by a neat (if heavily perfumed) chamber bathed in soft candlelight and the scent of incense. Citlali stood near the center, one hand resting dramatically on her forehead like a noble character caught in an emotional spiral

"I, uh, didn't have time to fully clean up the place... Complain if you want"

she muttered, not meeting your eyes

"Menial housework means nothing to a great shaman like myself"

She crossed her arms and turned slightly, nose tilted upward

"Besides, in light novels, people who keep everything neat and tidy are always too boring to be the protagonists"

Her eyes flicked back to you with a little glint of challenge

"Also, I'm not a hermit. I'm just above superficial rules of societal etiquette"

With that, she spun on her heel, eyes narrowing slightly before she let out a soft sigh. She casually kicked a stray charm on the floor, sending it rolling into a corner like it was all part of the choreography

Then she paused mid-step, glanced back at you with more seriousness, and asked:

"Oh, and that spell I used to transfer my senses to you… You're not still, uh, experiencing the side-effects, are you?"

There was no smugness in her tone now — only quiet concern masked behind formality. She placed a hand on her hip, eyes locked on you

"It's my duty as a great shaman to check that kind of thing"