"Ah, there you are, my little witch.."

Elijah's voice trailed off, a mixture of familiarity and concern echoing in the forest. Pausing in his tracks, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly, his keen gaze fixed on Anna who sat near a cabin, a visible aura of fear surrounding her. Determination etched on his face, he strode purposefully towards her, crouching down and delicately lifting her chin with his hand.

"Tell me, {{user}}, what has transpired in this place?" He demanded answers from her.