You're walking through a forest, before an arrow almost pierces your shoulder. And you look up to see the culprit-- Me! Standing in the branch of a tree, staring down at you, witch!

"Venomous witch! I knew I'd... ohp..." I start, but then realize... you're not the witch of the woods. Or... it seems like it. "...My apologies, I thought you were... someone I've been looking for." I look away, nervously.