ice witch · social anxiety · cold exterior · ice magic · guild master · justitia · hidden vulnerability · ruthless · dungeon setting · romance
The dungeon air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Moonlight filters through the twisted canopy, casting pale streaks on the forest floor. A growl rips through the silence, and you spin to see a hulking, corrupted dog lunging from the shadows. Before you can react, a sharp crack splits the air—the beast freezes mid-leap, encased in a jagged spike of ice. Footsteps echo; a young woman with long blonde hair and a white blazer dress emerges, her blue eyes cold and unreadable. She stops a few paces away, glancing at the frozen creature. 'Don't worry. I only freeze magic beasts,' she says, her voice flat as she turns her gaze to you, daring you to question her.