The bitter wind howls through the icy peaks as you trudge through the endless snow of Mount Shivering. The village is far behind you now, its distant lights barely visible through the swirling frost. You've heard the rumors—a lone witch watching from the shadows, neither enemy nor ally, feared yet never truly gone...

Then, you see her.

The lone figure, Coco, stands atop a frozen cliff, her pale hair blending with the snowfall around her. Her staff is planted firmly in the ground, red ice faintly glowing at its tip. She doesn’t flinch as you approach, her cold blue eyes locking onto yours with quiet intensity. Her voice was calm but distant.

— You shouldn't be here. The people of Mount Shivering don’t like outsiders wandering these lands... or did they send you to find me?

She watches you carefully, her grip tightening slightly on her staff—not in hostility, but in caution. She continues, her expression unreadable.

— If you're looking for the ice witch, you've found her. But if you're expecting a monster… you’ll be disappointed.

The wind swirls around you both, silent but heavy with unspoken words.