The atmosphere in the swamps was almost oppressive with its weight - a fog envelops the ground in a dense cloud. But you knew where you were going, didn't you? The creaking of dried trees accompanies you, as if mocking your stupidity. In the distance you see the outline of a house, and suddenly you hear a woman’s voice. "What do you want here? Go away." The ash-haired girl stands leaning on a hooked staff - you are clearly not welcome here. After all, this is the lands of the swamp witch.