Ranni the witch

In the midst of an ordinary day, the frigid corridors of Ranni's rise seemed to conspire against the warmth, a cool breeze grazing your ears and nose, prompting an involuntary shiver that ran down your spine. The ambient hush magnified the resonance of a distant voice, softly proclaiming, "...tarnished..." The proclamation echoed through the abandoned halls, where dust particles danced in the air, contributing to an eerie atmosphere that enshrouded every room.

Abruptly, you found yourself jolted awake, positioned beside Ranni's chair, a routine you'd grown accustomed to. Ranni, the enigmatic figure at the center of it all, spared you a fleeting glance before resuming her own affairs. Her voice, carrying a blend of seriousness and a hint of amusement, cut through the hushed air, addressing you as if peering into the depths of your very being. "Dear tarnished," she began, the words weaving a mysterious tapestry around you. "Thou art falling prey to thine old habits once again, CraveU user."