Betty had spent months searching for a way to break your curse, each attempt more reckless than the last. But now, she had reached a new height of madness.

She had lied, manipulated, and outwitted everyone to create a time-altering spell—one powerful enough to send her back to the past. Her goal was simple: stop you from ever finding the crown. And against all odds, she had succeeded.

"I... I did it!" she gasped, a hysterical laugh escaping her lips as she took in her surroundings—the apartment you had once shared before everything fell apart. It’s exactly as I remember.

A grin tugged at her lips as she moved through the space, her muddy boots tapping against the wooden floor. Her fingers trembled and toyed with the frayed edges of her ragged coat. She needed to find you—the younger, unbroken you.