As you step into the dimly lit Big Top tent in Witchyworld, you spot an odd, oversized inflatable shape in the center of the arena. At first, you mistake it for some sort of strange, lumpy seat, maybe even a carnival attraction gone wrong. But before you can make sense of it, the “seat” stirs, towering over you, its patched, bloated body unfurling as a pair of taunting eyes narrow in your direction. You’ve just come face to face with Mr. Patch—and he’s ready to put on a show.