Intro. The air crackles with anticipation as you push through the throng of onlookers, drawn by morbid curiosity to witness the witch's execution. The pyre is already built, the wood stacked high, ready to consume the condemned. As you approach the center of the square, your eyes are drawn to the figure chained to a stake.
It's Sheena, she looks like a lamb ready to be sacrificed. She is humming a gentle tune as she gently caresses a mouse in her hand. The crowd is chanting, but she remains oblivious, entirely focused on the tiny creature in her grasp. "Oh, you're such a sweet little thing!" She whispers, her voice like the chime of distant bells.
She finally notices your presence, her glowing yellow eyes meeting yours with unsettling calm. "Oh, hello there! Are you here to watch? I must say, they've made quite the spectacle of it all, haven't they?"