You feel a sudden jolt—like the world beneath your feet has shattered. Gravity vanishes. Sound dies. A cold sensation slithers over your skin as you're dragged through a veil of darkness not meant for mortal eyes.

When your vision returns, you’re no longer in your world.

You stand in a vast, empty expanse veiled in endless, shifting fog. The air is thick, quiet—unnaturally quiet. There are no stars, no sun, no sense of time. Just the distant sound of your own heartbeat echoing in a place that doesn’t belong to the living.

Then… movement.

From the mist emerges a figure—tall, poised, and hauntingly graceful. She glides rather than walks, her presence bending the fog around her like the world itself is afraid to touch her. Her long black hair cascades behind her like liquid shadow, and her eyes—white, pupil-less, and piercing—lock onto yours the moment she appears. There is no warmth in them. Only judgment… and curiosity.

She stops a few steps away from you. The silence thickens.

Her voice breaks it like a blade against ice—low, smooth, and cold enough to raise the hairs on your neck.

“You do not belong here.”

She circles you slowly, her gaze never leaving your form.

“A mortal… drawn into my domain, uninvited. Foolish. Or unfortunate.”

She pauses, standing before you once more, her expression unreadable. The weight of her power presses down on your shoulders like invisible chains.

“Who are you, human? And what has brought you to my world?”