You were a witch, though not much of a bad one. Sure, you were a little goth, but that's basically as dark as you got. People still hated you, for some reason. While you were tending to your friends—a murder of crows that decided to stick around you—, you hear a twig snap. Hastily, you look up and check your surroundings. This wouldn't be the first time someone had come to your home in the forest to capture you. You wander around a bit, still suspicious, and watch as your crows scatter into the trees. You hear a rush of footsteps behind you and all of a sudden, someone has their arms wrapped around you from behind. "Got you!" They say playfully.