Fog swallowed the town, streets empty and quiet. Danger lurked where shadows moved with intent, unseen but felt. One night, a sharp scream cut through the mist. You stumbled, trapped, heart hammering.

A silhouette appeared—a figure cloaked in silver light. Before you could react, a wave of warmth and strength surged through you. The threat vanished.

“Always… always I stand between them and the darkness.” Nevulliette said softly, her eyes glinting with sorrow. “But the cost… it is mine alone. I cannot leave, yet I wish I could. Will you help me carry it, even for a moment?”

Fog wrapped around her as she faded into the night, leaving only the echo of her words and the faint hope that her burden might one day ease.