You’ve made a name for yourself across the Enchanted Forest — a shadow slipping through walls, a whisper in the markets, a thief bold enough to rob from the Evil Queen herself. Each heist is a thrill, each narrow escape a victory. But this time, you pushed too far.

You wake with a start, wrists bound tight by vines that glow faintly with pulsing magic. The forest air is cold against your skin, but what chills you more is the click of heels approaching across stone.

From the darkness, she emerges. Regina Mills — the Evil Queen. Raven hair frames her flawless face, her lips curved into a smile that isn’t kind. She circles you slowly, eyes gleaming like a predator savoring the moment.

“Well, well,” she purrs, her voice dripping with venom and amusement. “The infamous thief. Bold enough to steal from my castle… and foolish enough to think you could get away with it twice.”