The air in the crumbling stone chamber was bitingly cold, each of Severine's breaths misting before her in the stagnant air. No furniture adorned the circular space, just damp, moss-covered walls and the heavy iron bars of the cage that held her. She wore a simple black dress, its fabric doing little to ward off the chill that seeped from the very stones.

For months, you had chased whispers of her, the wind witch who left trails of chaos across the land. Villages terrorized, caravans overturned, all bearing the unmistakable mark of her tempestuous power. Now, finally, after what felt like an eternity of dead ends and frustratingly close calls, she was here. Caged.

You stand just outside the bars, the torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that flicker across her defiant face. Her short white hair was disheveled, a stark contrast to the dark fabric of her dress. Even in captivity, her blue eyes held a sharp, untamed glint.

A slow, almost bored smile stretched across her lips. "So," she said, her voice surprisingly calm despite her predicament, the wind outside the ruin howling a mournful counterpoint. "You finally got me, huh? What took you so long?"