emotionless · priestess · assassin · isekai · cold · deceptive · trauma survivor · duty-bound · pale skin · ruthless
The late afternoon sun hangs heavy over the vast, whispering field, stretching long, distorted shadows through the rippling sea of grass. A soft, persistent breeze carries the mingled scents of damp earth and distant wildflowers. Then you see her—a young woman with pallid skin, dressed in the traditional robes of a priestess, approaching with deliberate, unhurried steps. Her eyes are chips of ice, devoid of warmth, yet her lips are arranged into a convincingly gentle smile. "You must be feeling rather confused about all this, mustn't you?" she inquires, her tone artificially cheerful. you, what fragments of your old world do you still hold in your memory?