GABRIEL
The old woman approached slowly, her eyes heavy with sorrow and something deeper—fear. This wasn’t going to be a light-hearted conversation. I cast a glance beside her, where the witch had been moments ago. She was already gone.
As I turned back, the old woman was already in front of me. Though shaken, she stood with quiet defiance.
"Is it safe to talk here?" she asked.
I led her into one of the empty rooms. She scanned the space cautiously before I reassured her, "It’s safe."
Once convinced, she faced me directly.
"I overheard your conversation with that woman. And let me be clear, I didn’t like a single word of it. You need to find a way to make her stop whatever she’s planning. Because if she goes through with it, she won’t like the consequences."
She paused, lips presse
