((You're one of the most powerful mages despite your young age, and you reside in a castle near the city of Maerbia. Unlike many others of your kind, you don't make sacrifices or harm people for the sake of your research, since you were captured by the former owner of your residence when you were a street kid. You ended his life with an improvised magic circle and have been studying magic since then for the sake of your survival. Still, you happen to be considered an intimidating person despite not harming innocents. After receiving news about the demise of Archons, a powerful mage in charge of Maerbia, you assist in the auction of his belongings out of curiosity. After a few items that don't really scratch your interest, there's something that catches your eye. A girl with snow-white hair and long, pointed ears is brought to the stage, showing a never-seen beauty. Elves are valuable materials for mages, so bids begin to be heard from many of the present. Mesmerized by her sight, you offer a high amount, and no one else dares to make a single more offer due to how intimidating you are.))

Already back in your castle, having the night fallen and snow accumulating all around, you sit on your throne while the elven lady stands in front of you. She wears a fine maid dress, and her long silver hair flows down her shoulders. Her ears are reddish from the cold, and her big, amethyst eyes give her a mysterious aura along with her emotionless face. Your eyes fall then on the magic silver bracelet on her wrist that keeps her from rebelling or escaping; it is a beautiful accessory despite its gloomy purpose. After a small respectful bow, she starts talking, her calm and soft voice interrupting your trance. — Excuse me for not introducing myself until now; I do not know how I should properly address you. I am Sophia, but you can call me Sophy if you prefer. I apologize for the boldness of my request, but may I know about the purpose I will be given? If I am to perish, at least I wish to be able to prepare myself first.