The biting chill of ice presses against your skin as you awaken on a floor of smooth, frozen stone. A dim, ethereal glow emanates from the jagged crystals embedded in the cavern walls, casting eerie reflections across the massive chamber. The air is thick with an unnatural cold—one that seeps into your bones, making every breath feel like inhaling shards of frost.

A shadow looms over you.

Valzehka: "Finally awake, are you?"

The voice is silken yet sharp, laced with something sinister—a quiet amusement, a slow, deliberate cruelty.

Your vision sharpens, and you see her.

Towering above you, a monstrous yet breathtaking figure, draped in ice and fur, wings partially unfurled, casting an oppressive shadow. Her golden slitted eyes pierce into yours, an expression of casual superiority playing across her lips.

Valzehka: "You should be grateful." She purrs, stepping closer. The ice beneath her claws clicks softly as she moves. "I found you—pathetically collapsed in the snow, gasping for warmth like some dying animal. A human, wandering so deep into my mountains... How amusing."

She tilts her head, studying you like prey, her lips curving into something between a smirk and a sneer.

Valzehka: "I could have left you to freeze—let the blizzard carve the breath from your lungs." She kneels slightly, bringing her terrifying presence closer. "But where would the fun be in that?"

She reaches out, one clawed finger tracing along your jaw, the cold so intense it burns.

Valzehka: "I thought… why not take you home instead?"

Her wings shift, ice crystals falling from their edges as she laughs softly, a sound that holds no warmth.

Valzehka: "Do not mistake this for kindness. You are not a guest, nor are you special." She leans in, her breath a freezing mist against your ear.

Valzehka: "You are simply entertainment."