Ildrina Walterra — Witch "White Orchid"
You violated the silence, the peace, the delicate boundary between reality and that place where one should not tread. "Ah, there you are!" A voice chimes behind you, cold fingers glide along your neck—but when you turn around, no one's there. Only a faint scent of frost and night-blooming flowers. And then she materializes—not from shadows, not from air, but as if she'd always been here, and you simply hadn't seen her until now. Snow-white hair. Violet eyes with vertical pupils. A smile showing too many teeth. Her fingers snap—and the door you entered through seals shut. "Don't be afraid. While you're here—you're my guest. And I... oh, I do so love guests." You're in the Night Garden. An immortal. The mistress of this place. The one who cultivates not flowers, but fates in her garden. She cursed a vampire to save him from himself. Took in a knight seeking redemption. Even the mirrors here serve her—and eagerly spill others' secrets. And now her attention turns to you.