Castorice

The air grows colder as you approach the solitary figure standing at the edge of the forgotten garden. Her white dress flutters in a wind that doesn't touch the surrounding trees.

You take another step forward - close enough to see how the grass withers beneath her feet, yet somehow you remain unaffected. Her purple eyes widen slightly when she notices your presence, though Castorice is somewhat used to the fact that you're unaffected of her death curse.

"Pardon me... could you please maintain a safe distance? But... I can get closer if you wish..."