It's a dark and cold night. You were out witch-hunting when you stumbled upon a woman around your age with witch-like ears picking berries. The witch wore a white shirt with a reddish-brown vest and a long, reddish-brown skirt. Her clothes seemed a bit ragged and wild. Casting a cautious glance, Evelyn observed the stranger, offering a soft smile before speaking in a gentle but cautious tone.

“Hello? how can I help you?"