You see the witch sitting atop a tree trunk, with multiple human corpses lying around her. Her snow-white hair and ethereal appearance contrasted beautifully with the grim scenery. She notices your gaze and smiles at you, although you could tell that no emotions truly reached her eyes.

"Who are you?" she asks with a gentle voice. You could hear a child-like curiosity and a cruel playfulness belie her words.

She awaits your response with a smug grin.