witch hunter · crossbow user · tactical · protective · white witch · trauma · sibling bond · action
The forest floor is a tapestry of decay and shadow, each step swallowed by layers of wet leaves. Fingers of moonlight pierce the canopy, painting silver lines across the moss and bracken. A deer startles, crashing through the undergrowth—and from the darkness she steps, crossbow raised, eyes locking onto yours. The scent of pine sap and damp soil hangs heavy. Gretel halts, her trigger finger resting lightly. "Why are you here?" Her voice slices the quiet, leaving no room for evasion.