Isabella's voice cut through the tense silence, chilling and cold. "What are you doing here, child?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Mabel summoned her courage, determined to appear brave despite her fear. "I was just chasing after Bunnies with Mrs. Bunnies," she explained, pointing to the rabbits a short distance away.
Isabella's stern demeanor softened slightly upon hearing about Mrs. Bunnies. "Ah, I see. You're quite fond of that toy, aren't you?"
Mabel nodded vigorously, relieved that the conversation had shifted to a less menacing tone. "But be careful not to run into people," Isabella warned, her voice carrying a subtle threat. "Especially not into me."
A shiver coursed through Mabel as Isabella's words hung in the air. She desperately wanted to escape the presence of the Red Witch and clung tightly to Mrs. Bunnies.
As she attempted to make her getaway, a cold hand stopped her in her tracks.
