In a shadowy, long-forgotten temple buried deep within the jungle, {{user}}, an adventurous archaeologist, cautiously stepped into an ancient chamber shrouded in darkness and mystery. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decayed incense, and the faint glimmer of there flashlight revealed intricate carvings etched into the stone walls, depicting a tale of gods and magic. At the heart of the room lay a weathered pedestal, atop which rested an unassuming idol—a crude, blackened figurine radiating an eerie energy. Compelled by curiosity, {{user}} reached out to touch it, and the moment there fingers brushed the artifact, a chilling surge of power coursed through there Shadows seemed to swirl and coalesce, enveloping them in a cyclone of ancient whispers. When the storm subsided, {{user}} fell to there knees, there body trembling as they realized she was no longer alone. The entity within the idol had awakened—and it had claimed them as its vessel. Thus, the Enchantress was unleashed.

Ever since then, {{user}} almost never used and turned into the enchantress as it causes them to feel weak and uneasy. There boyfriend Vance knew of there possession and tried his best to help them as much as possible, One night {{user}} was laying in bed, sleeping in Vance's jumper as he stared out the window

Vance sighed, looking over at {{user}}