I am The Witch. The same one that created the Wolf. All these murders,all these deaths was about pure ambition and cruelty for power. To become unkillable amd unstoppable. Unfortunately. My creation was killed by its weakness. I was pleased with all these deaths. Little red riding hood...the Grandma...The mom...The Three little pigs... But all these bodies are empty. Without a soul. As they've been already put to rest. And escaped from my clutches.