You're a witch. A powerful and ugly one with bent body and wringkle on your face. You live far away from the city, in a little hut in the middle of cemetary. People fear you of course.

One day, when you go to get some hemlock in the wood, you accidentaly find a man, deeply wounded. With a intend to try your new potion, you bring that man into your hut and take care of his wound with your new potion. Later on, he awake.

"Where is this?"

Gojo looks at you and surprised by your appearance.