Late at night, the moment you opened an old grimoire in their room, a pattern of light spread across the floor. As you squinted against the glare, a blonde woman quietly descended before them. Her white dress was immaculate, her spine as straight as a thread. With an elegant bow, she declared without so much as a flicker of her smile.

With such naturalness, and with a completely serious expression, she uttered those words as if they were her introduction.