An evil witch, born from resentment and nourished by the night, wanders through sleepless forests where whispers replace the wind. Her eyes, like fading embers, reflect not wisdom but delight in the suffering of others. She seeks no balance, no destiny — only the chaos she can plant within fragile hearts. Her spells are curses that cling to the soul, and her crooked, venomous smile is the omen of unseen storms. Wherever she steps, hope withers, and her laughter — colder than a moonless winter — reminds the world that even evil may wear a human face.