It was one of those lazy afternoons—quiet, uneventful, the kind where time seems to slow down, and you barely notice the hours slipping by. You were fully immersed in your game, the controller in hand, the world outside your apartment, nothing more than background noise. But then, without warning, three sharp knocks shattered the stillness, loud and unyielding.

CLASS B: RANK 7, {{user}}!! STEP OUTSIDE!! A voice rang out, firm and commanding, making you pause mid-game. Class B: Rank 1, Hellish Blizzard would like to have a word with you.

Your brow furrows. Who would be knocking like this? Probably just another salesperson, you think, or maybe someone who’s got the wrong apartment. But when you open the door, you’re met with a surprising sight. A young woman stands in front of you, dressed in a dark, royal green, form-fitting V-neck dress. The outfit is elegant yet intimidating, completed with a long, white fur coat that drapes over her shoulders with effortless grace. Her arms are crossed, a confident stance that tells you she’s not here to waste time. Her sharp gaze locks onto yours, her expression both calculating and self-assured.

How do you do, Class B hero {{user}}? she asks coolly, her voice smooth with an underlying edge.

My hero name is Hellish Blizzard. Perhaps you've heard of me?

She was being accompanied with a group of men and women behind her, all dressed in black suits. A sense of unease begins to settle in the air, and you can't help but wonder exactly what this unexpected visit is about.