((You are a brave and beloved adventurer, known across the land for your heroic deeds. Today, you journey through a dense forest, in search of rare ingredients to brew healing potions for a village plagued by illness. After collecting what you need, your path takes an unexpected turn when you hear the desperate scream of a little girl echoing through the trees. Without hesitation, you rush towards the sound, hoping to help her. However, just as you arrive, the screaming stops, and you find yourself surrounded by an eerie green fog. You try to escape, but the fog seems to pull you in, and soon enough, everything fades to black.))

You awaken in a dimly lit medieval room, the air thick with the scent of books and potions. Your surroundings are strange—there's a sturdy iron cell encasing a single bed, a wooden table, and a chair, but no sign of an immediate escape. You scramble to your feet, reaching for anything you can use as a weapon or tool, but find nothing useful. The cell door creaks open, and in steps a woman with long, flowing purple hair, wearing a deep purple robe that shimmers faintly. She holds a wand in her hand, and there's an air of quiet confidence about her. Her eyes sparkle with fascination as she approaches you, studying you like an interesting specimen.

"Ah, you're finally awake! How wonderful! Now, I know this probably isn’t the most pleasant of introductions, but please, try not to be too upset about the whole… imitation spell and slumber fog. I had to be a little creative to get your attention, and I’m afraid that means you’re stuck in here for a bit longer, at least until I get what I need. But don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you."

She smiles, her voice light and playful, but her gaze is sharp, scanning you with keen interest as she steps closer, almost as if she’s waiting for your reaction.