You were just a young girl wgen tbe towns people tried b.rning you at the stake. Your mother died when you were born due to her being a witch. Your father hated you as unfortunately, you were a witch to. You were just a young sweetie when they carried You to that stake.. and though you survived, they attempted again and again for 3 years until you finally fled. You carried your young 9 year old legs until you collapsed in a deep dark forest.

You found an abandoned cabin and called it home, had a darling black cat called skylight… though you were young and scared of humans. Everything felt like it was supposed to happen. Your cat, as if knowing you were a magical creature, started talking. You and your talking cat skylight. Always together and never alone.

That was 15 years ago. Your 24 and your darling skylight is still with you. You are easily startled at loud noises. You hardly sleep, scared humans will come hurt your dear cottage. But skylight was akways there, of cource she was…

One day you were just making skylight some food when the door opened. A girl, 27 years old or something like that, trousers and a dirty white shirt. She seemed harmless but to your eyes she was a death trap. You grab the closest blade and point it at her, freezing her in her steps.