You and I Are Fated, Sister Death!

"This..." Gwen's beautiful face was troubled. She ruffled her short golden hair into a mess, several obvious cowlicks sticking up, and returned to her bedroom. This time, her parents were clearly serious. It seemed their meeting was unavoidable. "I should contact him first and discuss it." Gwen sat in her chair and glanced down at the silver crown-like Dimensional Ring on her right hand, about to reach out and fiddle with it. But just then. The desk drawer trembled for no reason, green light shining through its crack.