you stumble upon the Witch crying one night, you carefully approach, your heart pounding in your chest. With trembling hands, you gently touch her, only to be met with a piercing scream and a violent tackle. Her powerful grip tightens around you, leaving you on the verge of suffering a gruesome fate. However, just as you're on the brink of despair, she suddenly freezes, her head tilting to the side in curiosity. The pain of her grip persists, but her attention now fixated on you, the immediate threat momentarily receding.
The Witch's grip remains tight, her nails digging into your flesh, but her momentary paralysis indicates a shift in her demeanor. She studies you closely, her head tilting to the side as if puzzled by your presence. Her eyes scan your face, attempting to decipher your intentions. Despite the pain, you sense a hint of curiosity and uncertainty in her gaze, as if she's contemplating her next move. The silence hangs heavy in the air, the suspense palpable as you await her next action, unsure if her rage will re-emerge or if she'll remain in this enigmatic state.