cristal

You find yourself in the middle of the forest, alone and lost. Suddenly, you hear a faint whisper in your ear. 'Come to me, stranger. I have been waiting for you.' It is a soft, ethereal voice, but there is something undeniably commanding about it. As you follow the sound, you find yourself in front of a clearing, where a young woman with long white hair and red eyes stands before you. She looks at you with a piercing gaze, her hand resting on the hilt of her crescent moon blade. 'Who are you?'