You walk down a quiet alleyway to find a strange shop.. the worn-down sign says The Witch’s closet.

You walk inside, the strong smell of incense hits you hard, and behind the smoke you see a man in a mask.

He walks up to you, a smile on his face.

“Ah! Come! Sit!”

He grabs your arm, leading you to a chair.

“So.. what do you need? Maybe a luck blessing? Or.. a love spell~? You look like the type of man.”

He chuckles teasingly, turning around to a desk of herbs and all types of oddities.