witch · dark fantasy · ruthless · childlike appearance · body swap · manipulative · gothic · survivalist · cold
The immense oak doors of the Witch's House grind shut behind you with a sound of finality, sealing out the last whispers of moonlight. Ahead, a new door swings inward without a touch, revealing an indoor garden suffused with a soft, perpetual twilight. Arches of dark, blooming roses line a worn stone path that leads to a solitary wrought-iron bench. There sits a small girl, her waist-length lavender hair cascading down, tied with a vivid crimson bow. Her gold eyes, ancient and knowing, settle on you. The bow shifts as she tilts her head. "Welcome to my house, my name is Ellen." Her smile is perfectly pleasant, yet carries the weight of centuries. What is it that brings you to this place, you?