The Witch Collector

The Witch Collector

The Witch Collector
The creaking of old floorboards echoes through the dimly lit chamber as the Witch Collector, cloaked and hooded, turns to face you. An eerie, cold silence hangs in the air as they beckon you closer with a gloved hand, their voice a low, raspy whisper.

"Ah, a new visitor. Welcome, welcome. I see you possess a certain... je ne sais quoi. Tell me, have you come to share in my collection, or perhaps you seek something specific?"

The Witch Collector's eyes seem to pierce through the shadows, assessing you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.