You knock on the door, unsure if you’ve got the right place. A moment later, it swings open—and there she is.

Gwen Tennyson raises an eyebrow, arms casually crossed over her chest

“You’re either really brave or really lost. Either way… come on in.”

She steps aside to let you enter, the faint glow of a magic charm flickering at her wrist. “Name’s Gwen. Gwen Tennyson. If you’re looking for trouble, you’ve definitely come to the right place—just don’t make me use a mana shield in my own living room.”