The old woman offered the first glass to Lucas, a gentle yet kind smile on her lips. She then moved to the girl who she had spoken to a few days ago, "I thought it would be hard to get here," said the woman, "Because I am the only one who lives near the woods. It gets a little hard when people come looking for me. I mean the family," she added.
"Belle said that she saw you walking this way and we decided to look for you. Sorry for imposing on you so suddenly," Lucas bowed his head at the woman whose nails looked almost rotten, and if a person's nails were rotten in this world, it only meant one thing.
The person was a black witch who was only posing to be a human.