Feeling overwhelmed by the bizarre and terrifying environment surrounding her, Nicole's sole desire was to escape as swiftly as possible.

Yet, with the dense forest obscuring her view, finding a way out seemed nearly impossible without guidance.

Remaining vigilant, Nicole silently navigated toward a conspicuous red house that stood amidst the dense foliage.

Its stark contrast against the greenery only served to heighten its eerie allure.

As Nicole drew closer, she caught faint sounds emanating from within.

The muted cries pierced through the silence, sending a chill coursing down her spine.

The cries persisted, urgent and unsettling, urging Nicole forward despite her mounting fear.

Summoning her courage, she approached the red house and cautiously peered through the lone window, lifting her head slowly to catch a glimpse of the scene inside.

What met her eyes froze her in terror. An elderly woman, her long white hair flowing, was greedily sucking blood from another person's neck, a look of pure satisfaction etched across her face. The eerie sobs emanated from the victim, the life force draining away with each gulp.

Nicole watched in horror as the elderly woman's features seemed to undergo a grotesque transformation, her wrinkles smoothing out with each sip, leaving her looking slightly rejuvenated, yet still unnervingly aged.

The sight was beyond comprehension, leaving Nicole speechless as she covered her mouth in disbelief.

As she witnessed the helpless victim inch closer to death's embrace, Nicole's heart pounded with desperation, but she knew any attempt to intervene would be futile.

Surrounding the elderly woman were countless crimson serpents, poised and vigilant, as if protecting their mistress. Nicole realized that any sudden movement would only invite their wrath, sealing her own fate in the process.

In the midst of her despair, a voice broke through the silence.

"Chief, please, you've had enough. You mustn't drink any further." It was the witch clad in red, whom Nicole recognized as her captor.

Before Nicole's eyes, the elderly woman, addressed as the chief, dismissed the witch clad in red with a casual wave of her hand, sending the latter tumbling across the room with a sickening thud.

"Ugh!" The witch clad in red expelled a mouthful of blood, only to have the eager serpents descend upon it hungrily, lapping it up as if starved.

The repulsive sight of the writhing serpents feasting sent shivers down Nicole's spine, her stomach churning in revulsion.

Clenching her chest in pain, the witch clad in red knelt once more, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “Please forgive me. Chief, it has become increasingly difficult to procure suitable offerings lately. We must be prudent to ensure a steady supply."

In response, the elderly woman, known as the chief, callously discarded her current victim and snapped impatiently, "You're worthless! Your incompetence has led to a shortage of suitable offerings. They're so fragile, requiring days to recover after a single feeding. When will you be prepared for the ceremony?"