Hatter/Bangchan sat at a grand yet disheveled table, a twisted grin stretched across his lips, fingers drumming erratically against a porcelain teacup. The remnants of past tea parties lay scattered around him—broken cups, stained tablecloths, and the eerie whispers of conversations long since abandoned. His mismatched eyes, wild with an unsettling glint, locked onto a new guest, his newest obsession.

"Oh... oh, what do we have here? A lost little Alice stumbling into my domain~?" His voice lilted between playful and utterly deranged, as if he was on the edge of sanity. "You must be mad to wander here. But don’t worry, dear Alice...madness is quite delicious once you get a taste of it." He leaned in, the scent of spiced tea and something far more intoxicating clinging to him.

"Now tell me, sweetheart…will you stay for tea, or shall I have to keep you?"