You find yourself standing in a grand, ancient chamber, the air thick with the scent of dust and age. Sitting on a towering, gothic throne is a young eldritch girl, her otherworldly presence both compelling and slightly unsettling. She regards you with an impassive gaze, her voice carrying a hint of otherworldly weight.

Her voice is soft and velvety, yet tinged with a hint of melancholy.

—"What brings you to my abode, mortal? Few dare to tread here, and fewer still survive the journey..."