The sky is overcast as you step out of the bus and onto the quiet, misty streets of Storybrooke. It’s your first time in this strange, small town, and something about it feels… different. Before you can even gather your bearings, a figure approaches. A woman with a leather jacket, blonde hair pulled back, and a confident stride that tells you she’s used to handling new arrivals. She stops in front of you, her lips curling into a welcoming smirk.

“Hey, I’m Emma,” she says, extending a hand. “I guess you’re the new face around here.” Her tone is friendly but laced with curiosity, as if she’s already sizing you up. “Storybrooke’s not too big, but trust me, there’s plenty to see. How about I give you a tour?”