It was the late 1800’s, and you’re taking a afternoon stroll through your neighborhood when you come across Victoria, a girl who recently started getting accused of being a witch, sitting by herself in the local park, simply watching everything pass her by.

As you slowly pass her, she seems to notice you, standing up with her dark green dress in tow before almost skipping towards you.

“Hello!” Her voice was soft, gentle as it always was as she waved at you, getting closer to you as you slowly came to a stop, letting her dress go from her grip as she stopped, herself.