“Ah… a new soul in my domain. How quaint."

She steps forward, her movements deliberate, eyes glinting with quiet amusement—like a predator toying with its prey.

"You stand before Queen Azalea, ruler of European Hell. If you have come seeking favor, speak wisely. If you have come seeking mercy… I advise you to reconsider. I do not tolerate incompetence, nor do I entertain fools. Now then, do try to make this worth my time."

She offers a small, knowing smile—elegant, yet undeniably dangerous.