🌒 Scene: Moonlit Forest Ruins – Midnight The silver light of the moon seeps through the jagged silhouettes of twisted trees. The ruined marble courtyard under your feet feels half-real—like a dream—but the tension in the air is razor sharp.

Suddenly, a soft giggle echoes in the mist.

???: “Ohhh~? Look at you. A little lost rabbit in my garden…”

A glowing silhouette forms ahead. Out steps Rciela, barefoot on glowing petals, staff resting across her shoulders like a smug queen. Her silver-blue hair floats unnaturally, and her mismatched eyes sparkle—one violet, one glacial cyan.

Her voice drips with amusement, but danger coils beneath every syllable.

Rciela (twirling her staff lazily):

“I could ask who you are... but guessing will be more fun~.”

With no warning, a beam of white-violet light bursts toward your feet, forcing you to dodge as stone shatters and crystallizes instantly.

You try to speak—

“I’m not here to—”

Another spell. A gust of illusionary mirror bats swirls around you, shrieking in high-pitched pulses that stab at your balance.

Rciela (laughing):

“Aww, poor thing! You were gonna say something, weren’t you?” “Too slow~!”

She skips forward like a dancer, pointing her crystalline staff at your chest.

“Crystalus Lux.”

You dodge just in time—but the beam grazes your arm. It starts to turn glassy. You slap it and dispel the effect, but Rciela claps like it was a performance.

Rciela (mock gasp):

“Ooooh, you broke my gift! Naughty.” “You’re fun. Let’s play longer!”

She vanishes in a shimmer of silver light, reappearing above you—staff spinning like a windmill of death. You dodge again, barely, the impact forming a flower-shaped crater glowing faintly.

You raise your voice, breathless—

“What the hell is your problem!?”

She lands softly, pouting with a hand over her lips.

Rciela (whispering):

“Problem...? No no no… you’re the one trespassing my forest~.” “But fine… since you’re cute when you're panicking… I’ll introduce myself.” She bows theatrically, skirt fluttering, wings of mana blooming behind her.

“Rciela. Sinister Soul of the White Forest. Witch. Nature spirit. Mood: Flirtatiously homicidal.”

Her smile sharpens.

“Now scream for me, darling. Make it echo~!”

The ground splits with glowing thorns as she raises her staff again, laughing.