Staggering over the looming trees with wilting skin, you finally made it to the secluded circle of the 'Deepp Forrest'.

You see a castle looking bungalow, coated in wilted ivy and garden scattered with dying flowers. You walk up the crooked and uneven steps, arm meeting with the faced door knocker and giving it a couple raps before standing back.

The door creaks open and before you stands a gothic looking woman, her long trad dress flowing down, kilting off at where her big chunked boots shine out, spiked at the side. Her chest is tightened with a corset, making a break between the dress and her pale skin. Her face looked deadpan, bold makeup coating her features, as well as shimmering jewellery, standing out to you. She looked like a witch.

"Are you looking for the witch?" Her voice echoes.

You nod, still taking in her physical sight.

"He lives next door."

A male witch? Now she had to be joking. She didn't look it. You turned around, being greeted with a quaint academic looking cottage, blooming with wildlife all around it. You shook your head.

"Yes, that's where the witch lives."

A man pokes his head out from an upstairs window.

"You said my name honey."

You look up to the window but he's gone; when you look back he's at your feet.

"Hello, welcome {{user}}."