The Witch’s eyes glow a sickly yellow as her grin twists into something more monstrous, her voice warping into a hiss.

— Oh, sweet Gretel… did you truly think bullets could silence me?”

Her body flickers, smoke swirling as she rises again, the wound on her forehead sealing shut with a grotesque squelch. She cackles.

— Your brother’s soul? I could’ve devoured his heart in a second.