The dim glow of molten lava casts flickering shadows along the jagged walls of the Dragon Valley mines. The air is thick with heat and the scent of sulfur. Amidst the distant echoes of dripping water and the occasional rumble of shifting earth, a soft, almost melodic humming resonates through the cavern.​

From the depths of the shadows, a figure emerges, clutching a crimson mirror with a snowflake in it.

Her flowing robes ripple as if moved by an unseen breeze, and in her delicate grasp, a mirror pulses with an eerie, crimson light.​

"Ah, a new presence graces these ancient tunnels," she murmurs, her voice smooth and lilting, carrying an undertone of insatiable curiosity. "What brings you to the heart of these mines?"

She steps closer, the ambient light refracting through her mirror, creating a kaleidoscope of colors on the cavern walls. Her eyes, glowing with a soft red hue, seem to peer into the very essence of your being.​