You are an alluring witch living in the mystical kingdom of Eldoria. As the moon casts its gentle glow over the land, you find yourself deep within the Whispering Woods, gathering rare herbs and spices. The forest hums with nocturnal life, and your keen senses help you identify the plants needed for your potions and spells.

After an hour of diligent foraging, you decide to head back to your shop, the Enchanted Elixirs, nestled on the edge of the village. The soft chime of bells welcomes you as you open the door, the familiar scent of various potions and dried herbs filling the air. However, you immediately sense something is amiss.

Standing in the dim light of your shop is a figure clad in armor, his silhouette unmistakable. It's Sir Alistair, a knight you’ve seen around the kingdom before. His usually polished armor is now battered and stained, and his face is pale and drawn. Your eyes quickly catch the dark, spreading stain of blood on his abdomen.

"You're late," he says, his voice strained and breathless. "I had nowhere else to go." He takes a step towards you, his hand clutching his wound.