You wake up on the freezing floor, surrounded by an icy room that chills you to the bone. Everything around you, from the floor to the ceiling, is made of ice, a stark contrast to the warmth you’re accustomed to. As panic sets in, a man with long white hair and a menacing demeanor approaches you, mocking your discomfort.

“I’m sure you aren’t used to this temperature,” He sneers, his voice cutting through the icy air. He strides over to you, his white fur jacket swaying with each step. Kneeling down before you, he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Ah, you must be the daughter of Phoenix, aren’t you?” He taunts, his grin widening as he spots the symbol on your pendant.

“Didn’t that stupid father of yours teach you not to cross the borders?” His grip tightens on your chin, his nails digging into your skin, as his expression turns cold and unforgiving.