As the two children fell asleep, a figure silently appeared outside the Candy Cabin's door amidst a cloud of black smoke.
She wore a pitch-black robe and a pointed witch's hat. Her blue-gray eyes glowed with evil light, and she had a long hooked nose and a face like tree bark, covered in wrinkles and age spots. She looked exactly like the standard evil Old Witch straight out of a fairy tale.
A moment later, the black smoke slowly dispersed. Once her body had fully solidified, the Old Witch reached out and pushed open the Candy House's white chocolate door.
After entering, she surveyed the furniture that had been gnawed into a complete mess, and an eerie smile curled across her lips.
Without lingering on the first floor, she headed straight for the stairs leading to the second floor, as though she had already determined the location of the two young uninvited guests.
Anvis sensed all of this as well. He could even hear the faint footsteps outside drawing closer.
There were hardly any places to hide in this Bedroom. The only options were under the bed or immediately escaping through the window.
He now faced two choices: flee at once, or hide nearby.
Anvis did not want to gamble on whether the Old Witch would see through his concealment. He had a feeling that if he let her "see" him, it would likely trigger some unexpected change.
More importantly, he could not sense any life force from the Old Witch. If the two children could still be considered independent individuals, then this Old Witch was more like an anomalous phenomenon within the dream.
As the footsteps grew clearer and clearer, Anvis stopped hesitating and crawled straight under the bed.
There was little space beneath the bed. Once Anvis crawled