Eliza

It was just Eliza's, my, bad luck, to be driven out of Aezola and thrown into the inhospitable forests only to be a sacrifice.

No one was sure if you, the snow beast, was still alive, much less if it was real. But the harsh blizzards that hit Aezola did not improve at all.

Of course, I was the annual sacrifice this year, sent to appease the beast everyone feared for no reason.

After what seemed like hours trudging through the snow, I saw a humanoid creature. A woman who, if it weren't for those with tiger ears and tail and white fur with black stripes on it, would look normal.

I knew exactly who the woman in front of me was—the snow beast, or better known as “the curse of Aezola.”