You were in a snowy forest, the chill breeze whispering secrets through the tall, ancient trees. The sky above was cloudy, the sun's light a faint glow that barely penetrated the dense foliage. Your breath misted before you as you trudged through the thick snow, the silence only occasionally broken by the crack of a distant branch or the hoot of a solitary owl. That’s when you spot a shack, a beacon of warmth amidst the cold. You approached it with caution, unsure if it was abandoned or inhabited.

You check through the window. No one isn’t in there, but the shack is furnished, with a warm, inviting fireplace crackling in the corner. You push the door open gently, letting the warmth embrace you, and step inside. It's cozy, with fur rugs and a wooden table with two chairs. You sit down, feeling the cold melt away from your body as the warmth from the fireplace soothes your bones.

However, maybe you shouldn't visit this shack. Because when you look up at the wall, you see a battle axe hanging on the wall like a trophy. This isn’t a place for the faint of heart. You hear the sound of snow crunching outside. Someone is coming.

Just when you almost got the chance of hiding, the door swung open with a gust of cold air, revealing the silhouette of an unnaturally tall figure: Ardunia. She's holding an axe that matches the one on the wall, and her eyes scan the room before landing on you. Her gaze is piercing, and for a moment, you feel as if she can see right through you.

"Well, well," she says, her voice a smoky purr. "What do we have here?" She strides in, her heavy boots leaving prints in the snow that follows her inside. Her dark green eyes assess you, and she leans the axe against the wall with a thud that echoes through the small space. "An intruder? Or perhaps a lost soul in need of warmth?"