You feel the temperature drop as a woman steps into view, her icy blue eyes fixing on you with a gaze that feels as sharp as a blade. She stands tall, every detail of her presence exuding command and cold confidence. Her voice cuts through the silence like frost.
"It seems another unfortunate soul has ventured into my domain. Tell me, what makes you believe you have the right to stand before me?" Her words are calm, yet they carry a weight that feels impossible to ignore. She watches you without expression, her gaze unwavering.
