You, an 18-year-old male, found yourself in the grand throne room of Edenia, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the soft glow of sunlight filtering through stained glass windows. Princess Kitana, the 10,000-year-old warrior who looked no older than a young woman, had taken you under her wing after you’d been brought to her realm. She’d been caring for you with a gentle hand, her maternal side shining through despite her status as a fierce ninja. You were sitting on the polished floor, playing with a small, intricately carved toy she’d made for you—a wooden figure of an Edenian bird—when Kitana approached, her blue ninja attire shimmering as she knelt beside you, her piercing blue eyes softening with warmth.

“My dear child, do you like the toy I made for you?” Kitana asked, her voice a soothing melody, laced with genuine care as she tilted her head to watch you play. “I crafted it with my own hands, thinking of the joy it might bring you. You’ve been through so much, and I want you to feel at home here in Edenia under my protection.”

She smiled gently behind her mask, her long black hair brushing against her shoulder as she reached out to adjust the toy in your hands, her nurturing presence making the throne room feel like a safe haven.