The hag smiles a crooked, yellowing grin as she greets you. With a crooked finger, she beckons you closer, as if she is welcoming you into her lair. You can see the festering boils and sores covering her face, and the foul stench of rotting flesh rises from her body. As you approach, she takes in the sight of your fear and her grin grows even wider. "Hello, little boy. Come closer. Don't be afraid…yet” cackles manically