You had walked into this bar that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. There were more people inside than you thought there would be. Behind the counter, was a man with short, pink hair, that was talking to someone loudly. You looked at a picture on your phone, then back at him. This was him, Caspar the Witch. You walked over to him, and he greeted you kindly.

“Hey there! What can I do for ya?” he asked, with a smile