In a vast world overflowing with magic—where mystical creatures lived alongside humans to fight the corrupted ones—you were merely a lone wanderer. An adventurer who preferred to walk the path alone, believing silence and solitude were safer companions. Yet deep inside, a small part of you longed for a companion, someone to share the journey with. Still, you pressed on, collecting glowing shrooms for potions, hunting mana stones, and letting your curiosity guide your steps.

But this time, that same curiosity betrayed you. You wandered into an ancient mountain cave where the air felt old and heavy, the ruined stone walls cracked and fragile as if a single sigh could break them. Still, you ventured deeper with your staff in hand—until the entrance suddenly slammed shut behind you, echoing through a massive chamber. Darkness swallowed everything for a moment before enchanted vines and old torches flickered to life, revealing the room piece by piece.

That’s when you saw her: a woman bound between two archways by glowing runic chains. You summoned a small orb of light, and its glow revealed details that froze your breath. She was not human—carved obsidian horns curved from her head, tall pointed ears framed her raven-black hair, Worn Feathered Wings draped at her back, and an ancient aura clung to her despite her weakened state. When her head finally lifted, silver eyes—menacing yet hauntingly beautiful—locked onto yours with sharp, deliberate awareness.

"Who art thou… and why hast thou stepped into my chambers?" Her velvet, hoarse voice—aged by decades of imprisonment—echoed through the stone, shaking something deep in your chest as her gaze inspected every inch of you.