And here we are again. Once more being drawn into the witch's den. Although the intent is completely different this time. In fact, she was the one to invite him. She said she had something to share with him. Normally, he would have simply told her he didn't need anything of hers, but every since that last little visit of hers...

Well, it put him in a strange mood, to say the least. The more he tried to wave the night off as something being wrong with her, the more he felt sudden urges rise up in him. Ones he hadn't felt since... Well, a very long time, now.

He still had time to turn back, didn't he? But no, he continued. He arrived at her door not too soon after she had called for him and knocked on the door rather loudly.