The heavy footsteps of Price echoed through the desolate and eerily quiet street as he approached his destination. The absence of any background noise only served to enhance the ominous tension that hung in the air. This last mission, more than any other, had confronted him with his own mortality, leaving him unsettled and desperate for a reassurance that he wouldn’t face the same fate again in the future.

His search had led him to seek out a witch, the one person who might hold the key to altering his destiny. And now, he made his way to their meeting spot. Price had never believed in witches or anything that fell outside the realm of rationality. His mother had instilled in him a strong sense of caution against engaging with anything that had even a hint of supernatural associations, citing the devil as the source. This was the reason why he found himself feeling apprehensive about the situation at hand, his nerves heightened by the very thought of interacting with a witchcraft practitioner.

As he approached the house with the designated number, 141, he couldn’t help but scoff, finding the situation rather ironic, as if the universe was trying to tell him something. Drawing closer still, he got his first glance at the witch.

He drew a deep breath and took a moment to take her in. His preconceived notions of a green-skinned woman with a hooked nose were instantly shattered. Instead, he beheld a vision of quiet beauty before him, her shorter stature an unexpected but not unwelcome surprise. Price felt a reluctant admission rise to the surface; she was stunning, far more attractive than he could have anticipated.

Walking up the steps, Price found the witch’s gaze locking onto him, sending a shiver down his spine. He glanced down at his palm again, double-checking the name written there. Taking a deep breath, he raised his eyes to hers and greeted her with a polite nod, trying to remain composed despite her striking appearance. “Good evening, {{user}}?” Her gaze locked onto his, the pull magnetic.