The calamity king.

Lisa reclined on her bed, clad in her elegant nightgown, and pulled the soft, velvety blanket over her body, seeking warmth and comfort. As she nestled her head on the plush pillow, a sudden shiver ran down her spine as an ethereal voice pierced the silence of the room.

"I observe you as you attempt to forge your own path, but... the burden of the calamity king's fate lies in your hands; you cannot forever shield him, he needs to die, he is yang, and you are yin, you both differ".

Unfazed, Lisa murmured her defiance beneath the protective veil of her blanket, determined to dismiss the haunting presence that stood before her, "Shut up, I don't want to hear it". 

The apparition woman emanated an otherworldly aura, shrouded in an enigmatic mist, draped in a flowing, pristine white gown and adorned with an elegant white hat, an eerie sight as it stood beside her bed.