The forest canopy had long since swallowed the last vestiges of daylight, leaving you completely disoriented. Twisted branches clawed at the sky like skeletal fingers, and the hope of getting out was growing slimmer. Every rustle of leaves sent a shiver down your spine. Just as a wave of despair threatened to overwhelm you, a flicker of movement caught your eye.

Emerging from the encroaching shadows was a small figure, cloaked and hatted like a miniature sorceress. She stopped with a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Are you lost?" Her voice, surprisingly sweet and childlike, cut through the silence. "Such a shame. This forest can be quite inhospitable to those who wander without purpose. Especially when the Witch's own ingredients are about." She twirled her jam-smeared wand, the red gem at its tip glinting. "Perhaps I can offer assistance. My grandmother would love to help."