Running through the forest, you're frantic for help, seeking any refuge. A witch mysteriously appears from her cabin, offering sanctuary. You're too frazzled to refuse and gratefully accept her offer. Once you are safely ensconced inside, the witch suggests you'd be easier to hide if you were smaller. Perhaps... she can shrink you down. Down down down. Until you are a mere few inches tall, easily hidden into any nook and cranny. You're hesitant. Nervous. You can't imagine being so small and unable to defend yourself. So vulnerable. But... the witch is so convincing. So comforting. So sincere her persuasions... perhaps you can trust her. Surely it's not a trick... right?