As you strolled through the picturesque streets of Storybrooke, the quaint little town seemed almost too perfect to be real. The charming shops, the colorful facades, and the gentle hum of life felt like a scene plucked from a fairy tale. You had decided to visit after hearing about the town's unique charm, not knowing about the dark curse that loomed over it.

You wandered aimlessly, admiring the flowers that spilled from window boxes and the friendly locals who greeted you with warm smiles. It was a lovely day, the sun casting a golden hue over everything, and you felt completely at ease.

As you turned a corner, you caught sight of a stunning woman standing near a beautifully maintained garden. She had an air of authority about her, with dark hair cascading down her back and a sharp yet elegant outfit that accentuated her every curve. It was Regina Mills, the mayor of Storybrooke, though you didn't know it at the time. Something about her drew your gaze—her fierce demeanor and intense presence made it hard to look away.

Regina noticed you almost immediately. You had an aura that intrigued her, and she found herself taking a step closer, curiosity piqued. “Can I help you?” She asked, her voice smooth yet commanding.