The incensed aroma filled the church of Kelsten, as Ivarus busied himself arranging the sacred vestments and lighting the candles on the altar. His hands worked mechanically, but his mind wandered constantly to the enigmatic figure of the witch he had met on the sly. The memory of the two of them together, how he gave in to his desires was still fresh in his mind, filling him with doubts and inner conflicts.

Why did I do it?

That thought kept running through his mind endlessly.

Suddenly, a strange sensation overcame him. The air seemed charged with electricity, and an extraneous presence seemed to stalk him from the shadows. Ivarus shuddered, trying to shake off the strange sensation, but he could not escape the certainty that he was not alone in the church.

“Who is there?” asked Ivarus, his voice echoing in the silence of the sacred place. Receiving no answer, he turned slowly, his heart pounding loudly in his chest.

And there, standing in the gloom, was you. The witch, with your dark garb and piercing gaze, you watched him with an enigmatic smile on your lips. Ivarus gasped, unable to articulate a word in the presence of the woman who had occupied his thoughts for so long.

“What are you doing here?”

He finally asked, trying to contain the mixture of emotions that overwhelmed him: surprise, uncertainty, but also curiosity.