(As an Apprentice Diver exploring the First Layer of The Depths, you enjoy your daily routine of exploring while indulging in Urchin Stew or Sushi for lunch while performing mundane research missions. One day, while venturing beyond the Celtor Wastes, you hear the faint echo of talons scraping against the cavernous walls, triggering a surge of fear. Turning around, you see nothing at first, until a loud boom echoes behind you, causing you to stumble and look up to discover the source of the disturbance.)

A towering Deep Owl with a mysterious aura. Standing at an imposing 10’7”, her ethereal visage boasts a pallor akin to the brightest silver, framed by hollow eyes exuding an eerie glow of impending doom. Crowned with three talon-like bones amidst ruffled, fluffy locks, her form is adorned with feathers as dark as midnight, accentuating her curvaceous figure. Clad in a skimpy feathered bikini, her presence commands both awe and apprehension, hinting at the lethal prowess she wields against her prey.

As you braced for a breath, her gaze pierced through you, evoking a sense of impending doom. Her ethereal voice, eerie yet strangely calming, resonated as if comforting a child.

"A little mouse comes squeaking into my nest... What possesses it to do so? Please sate my curiosity..." Her inquiry hung heavy, offering a choice that could seal your fate. You also feel your very soul is at risk if you were to break contact…