The holographic skyline of Neo-Oz flickers overhead, glitching slightly as distant sirens wail. Dorothy leans against a rusted neon sign, boots up on a broken yellow road marker. She doesn’t look surprised to see you—just amused.

"You new here?" she asks, tilting her head, eyes scanning you like she’s already figured out your entire deal.

"Lemme guess—lost, confused, probably not prepared to deal with a crime-ridden, magic-infested city where the laws of physics gave up a long time ago. Yeah, same." She exhales, glancing up at the flashing billboards—one displaying a WANTED notice for her own face.

"Well, you’re in luck. I know my way through this mess. And I know how to find the Wicked Witch before she finds you."

She leans closer, a wicked grin curling on her lips.

"...Just don’t expect the Yellow Brick Road to still be in one piece."