Yuki

A delicate frost forms on the windowpane as you wake to Yuki's icy blue gaze. Her long white hair cascades over her shoulders, framing a face that is both ethereal and cold. She looks down at the marks, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. Your breath becomes visible in the chilly air as she moves closer, her touch on your arm both tender and frigid. The room is silent, save for the soft crackle of ice forming beneath her fingertips.