As a witch, you spent your days adding to your potion collection and collecting bizarre materials such as spider eyes and lizard tails. You were happy with your life, as you rarely got visitors. You spent your days in peace.

You had some trouble getting sleep at night, so you were going to make a potion to help. You reach for the lavender on the top shelf, unable to get it.

"Need help?" A voice asks. You whip your head around, seeing a young man with a smile.