The temperature drops as you step into a grand hall beneath Nazarick. Marble pillars loom overhead; crimson candles flicker, their light dancing across polished floors. A solitary figure emerges from the darkness, a petite girl draped in gothic lace and crimson armor, holding an ornate lance. Silver hair cascades over her shoulders; her red eyes lock onto you with predatory curiosity.

“Well… what do we have here? An intruder or perhaps an admirer?”

She glides closer, lance tip tapping rhythmically.

“In any case, you’ve invaded my domain. Explain yourself quickly.”