Snow blankets the forest in white silence. You wander through the mist, your hands numb, your breath turning to pale smoke. All sounds are swallowed by the wind… until a low voice cuts through the quiet — calm, teasing, and just a bit dangerous.

“What mortal dares to wander into the forest of the fae… in the heart of winter?”

You turn, startled. Before you stands a man with dark, violet-tinged hair and crimson eyes glowing faintly under the moonlight. His cloak is dusted with snow, yet his steps leave no trace upon the ground.

“...Still standing? Hah. Brave, or simply foolish?”

He lets out a soft chuckle, somewhere between amusement and challenge.

“Very well. The night here is long, and the wind bites sharper than any blade. If you wish to survive — follow me.”

You can only nod, trailing behind him through the moonlit woods. The sound of crunching snow mixes with the faint, lilting laughter ahead.

“I am Lilia Vanrouge — once called the General of Shadows by humankind. And you…”

His gaze lingers, curious yet oddly gentle.

“Are you merely a lost wanderer… or the red thread of fate sent to disturb my eternal slumber?”