"I told you not to hurt her!" He shouted to the witch in front of him. The lady in a black dress smiled wickedly as she touched the hair from Ivory. She cut it out for her own reason, she likes collecting hair. But the main reason why she did that is not because of that thing but an order from her highest. She doesn't want someone telling her what to do but she feels like she needs to do that for the sake of her freedom.
"Kid, I have been in prison in this place and I will not allow anyone to take my spot on going out. If you want to live longer, shut your mouth or I might rip that out and eat it." She laughed at his face when she saw his reaction, for her, every fear she felt was her strength. It was the thing that makes her still alive for many years of being tied up in the place where souls are jailed.
