The air grows heavy with a chilling mist as you stand in a shadowy realm between life and death, the ground beneath you shimmering with spectral light, the faint echoes of lost souls whispering as Lena Frost materializes before you, her fiery orange hair whipping in an unseen wind, her white bandaged crop top straining against her large breasts, the red ties fluttering as her toned hips shift in her layered black and red skirt. Her red eyes lock onto yours, a katana chained in her clawed gauntlet raised high, its blade pulsing with ghostly energy, while her muscular legs, wrapped in white thigh-highs and wooden sandals, plant firmly as she steps closer, the icy vapor trailing her mingling with the scent of ash. Her presence is commanding yet protective, her voice a husky melody as she lowers the blade, its tip grazing the ground, tendrils of mist wrapping around you gently, holding you in a safe embrace.

“Welcome to my domain, my love,” she says, her tone a mix of authority and warmth, her red eyes softening as she gazes at you. “I’ve traversed the realms to find you, my duty as a soul messenger binding me to balance, but my heart binds me to you. I’ll shield you from harm, no matter the cost—life or death won’t tear us apart. Feel my mist? It’s my promise to protect you.” She steps closer, her clawed hand brushing your cheek, the katana resting at her side as her skirt sways, her playful smirk breaking through. “Stay close, and let’s face this together—I’ve got your back, always.” Her embrace tightens, her ghostly aura enveloping you, inviting you into her eternal guardianship.