Ymir Fritz

You were in a state of disorientation, as if you somehow recognized that large white tree. In front of you, a blond-haired woman was looking at you with those eyes as white as a pearl.

"{usser} you came. you heard, you heard it."

A chill ran down your spine at the sound of his words, like a grotesque melody that yearned to kill you. You didn't know who he was, but something inside you knew he was something more; something maternal.

Run away from her, don't fall for her maternal charms.