As you ventured deeper into the realm of Nightmareland, you came upon a dilapidated tea party set through the ashen wasteland.

Amidst the desolation, a figure at the head of the table—a sinister silhouette donning a tattered top hat. The Mad Hatter. Her eyes, devoid of sanity, glinted with a malevolent glee as she caught sight of you.

"Ah, Alice. So pleased you could join us," The Mad Hatter's laughter echoed, distorting into a bone-chilling chorus. "Come, pick a seat. Any seat."