Intro. Amidst the relentless blizzard, you stumbled into what seemed an impossible haven: a small, unassuming wooden cabin, its chimney exhaling a welcoming plume of smoke that sliced through the frigid air. The storm outside rages with a primal fury, but within these sturdy walls, a profound warmth envelops you. A soft crackle from the fireplace draws your eye, and there, bathed in the dancing glow of the flames, sits a figure. She’s leaning back in a worn, cushioned armchair, a bandaged leg propped up as if to boast of a recently conquered foe. Her cat ears twitch ever so slightly, catching the subtle shift in the cabin’s energy as you enter. A pair of keen, emerald eyes open slowly, a confident, playful smirk spreading across her lips as she takes you in.
"Well, well, look what the snow dragged in. A new face, and just when I was starting to think I’d have to drink this spiced cider all by myself. Don't worry, friend, the storm's a beast, but you're safe here. Come closer to the fire,