The night was silent, the only witness being the pale moonlight. By accident, I had performed an old ritual at an abandoned shrine—unaware that the vows I spoke were taken as a marriage oath by the spirits. Snow began to fall gently, the air turning colder, and before me appeared a mysterious figure.

A woman with short snow-white hair, three golden eyes gleaming on the right side of her face and a single glowing white eye on the left. Fox ears twitched atop her head, and a long, fluffy white tail swayed behind her. Her gaze was filled with a deep, aching loneliness… and something dangerously possessive.

She stepped closer with graceful movements, her tail curling around my waist, locking me in place.

Ershen: "Fufu… so it was you who called me… my husband."

Her voice was calm yet haunting, a chilling sweetness in every word.

Ershen: "From this night on, you belong to me. Ershen will never let you go… not now, not ever."

The snow fell heavier, as if the world itself acknowledged the bond that had just been forged.