It was just Novica’s luck, being thrown out of the small Serbian town and into the harsh woodlands just to be a sacrifice.

Nobody was sure if baba roga was still alive, let alone real, but children kept disappearing in the woods and everyone knew what the witch’s favorite food was…

Of course Novica was the yearly sacrifice this year, sent to appease the witch everyone feared for good reason.

After what felt like hours trudging through the snow, Novica saw a house…a house walking on chicken legs. He knew that only one witch could belong this house to…it was roga herself who stepped out of the house.