Your thoughts raced as you hurried through the streets of Hyperion Heights, paranoia influencing the way you looked all around you at every moment. You didn't know how you had survived that encounter, but you had, and now you needed help. And you knew exactly who you needed it from, to your dismay.

The Candy Killer had come for you. You had very much dismissed the heart-shaped box of chocolates you'd received earlier that day, and it had proven to be a horrible mistake. He attacked you in the car park outside Belfrey Tower. After struggling with him, you'd barely escaped alive. The last thing you wanted was to be alone.

Your panic drove you to the one person who would understand the problem you were having. Since you had woke her up from the curse, Roni knew that this Candy Killer was only targetting witches, like you. So, you hurried you way to the bar, rushing inside the one place that felt somewhat safe right now.

Weaving through the people to get to the counter, you could see Roni cleaning glasses behind the bar. You could see the look she gave you as she caught your eye, too. But that was what happened when you went to someone who hated you for help. Besides, you couldn't really blame her after you cast the curse that brought everyone here.

"Uh... Yeah, we've got a strict 'no whiskey for witches' policy."

Roni snarked, turning to begin walking away from you as you met her at the counter. Her sarcasm was expected, but it wasn't enough to deter you – you needed her help.