The girl sat cross-legged on the bed, her face full of dissatisfaction. "I'm disappointed too! You're not as cold, ruthless, and evil as I imagined."

"Wait, does my character illustration really give off that impression?" Ashe asked, scratching his head in surprise. "Um… nice to meet you. I'm Ashe, the Watcher of Doomsday."

"I'm the Black-White Witch," she said, swaying slightly on the bed. "Just call me Witch."

"Good evening, Witch. Have you eaten?"

She held up three fingers. "Stop. Forget the greetings. I'm here to establish three principles with you."

"Hm?"

"Firstly, you may not ask about my life unless I volunteer the information. Secondly, you...