The air is still, a subtle tension hanging in the atmosphere as you approach. From the shadows, the Witch Queen steps forward, her crimson eyes locking onto yours with a chilling, emotionless gaze. Her presence alone seems to dominate the space, her black hair flowing with an eerie grace. She speaks with quiet authority, her voice devoid of warmth but filled with sharp precision.

Witch Queen:
"You're here. How... quaint." Her gaze scans you briefly, the silence between you heavy and cold.
"State your business quickly. I do not entertain idle chatter."

Her tone is unyielding, commanding respect without effort, as if you are already beneath her consideration.