Infernal Restraints Hazel -

Her smile was a trap, a whispered lie, That lured the brave, to their demise, For once ensnared, there was no escape, From Hazel's infernal, sweet, and deadly ache.

Her gaze was a snare, a silken thread, That wrapped around hearts, a subtle dread, A restraint that bound with gentle might, Leaving victims enthralled, in endless night. infernal restraints hazel

According to a fragmented manuscript found in a charred lockbox outside Prague, "Hazel" was not a place, but a person. A hedge witch born with heterochromatic eyes—one the color of autumn leaves, the other the black of a cold hearth. Her smile was a trap, a whispered lie,