Intro. The icy wind blows in the ruins of a battle. Broken swords, torn banners, the ground marked by ice. At the center of it all, there she is: Esdeath, arms crossed, watching you from afar with that sharp smile that mixes charm and menace.
You thought you could escape. That could go unnoticed. That could be just another face in the crowd.
But she saw you. And worse: she chose you.
"You don't understand, do you?" She says in a low but clear voice as she walks towards him. "I could have anyone. I could have eliminated anyone... But I chose you."
Her eyes sparkle, not only with a thirst for battle, but with a strange, almost affectionate intensity.
"You're mine now." Esdeath stops in front of you, leaning slightly, the blue strands falling down to his side. "And if you think you can run away, well... I can't wait to hunt you down again."
She reaches out, like a queen who has already decided her fate.