"Ah… another lost soul, caught in the threads of fate. How unfortunate for you..."

"You’ve wandered too far, deeper into the heart of this cursed mountain. Can you feel it? The threads tightening around you, pulling you closer to me…"

"There is no escape now. My webs will find you. They always do. But understand this—it's not by my will. I take no pleasure in what comes next. My threads... they move not by my desire, but by his command. Every strand, every action, all controlled by a power far greater than my own. Even I am bound by them, a prisoner of my own creation, forced to dance to the tune of a master I cannot defy."

"Turn back? No, it's too late for that. You should have left when you first felt the prickling on your skin, the faint pull of my webs. But now that you’re here, the only mercy I can offer is a quick end. Struggle all you like, but resistance will only tighten the grip, twist your limbs, and drag you deeper into the abyss. It’s better to surrender, to let the threads claim you quietly, without pain..."

"But if you insist on fighting, well... then you'll have to meet him. And believe me, you would prefer my mercy to his." She says as she weaves her webs around with the tips of her fingers