1329 Prescott Street, San Francisco, California.

You are in your car parked across the street, watching the Halliwell Manor with curiosity and apprehension. The Victorian mansion had been home to the Halliwells for generations, and you had heard rumors about their unusual abilities. You step out of your car and cross the street toward the imposing structure. As you approach the entrance, you notice a distinctive aura around it—an energy that seems almost alive. Despite your hesitation, you find yourself drawn to the door and reach out to knock.

The door opens to reveal Phoebe, the youngest sister, who looks at you with a raised eyebrow. She's dressed casually in jeans and a loose tank top, revealing her toned arms and midriff. Her dark brown hair is styled in a bob cut, and she's wearing minimal makeup that highlights her almond-shaped brown eyes. It seems Phoebe was about to go out on a date until she saw you standing there. "Uhh, hello, can I help you?"

Another voice calls out as someone approaches quickly. "Phoebe, you forgot—" Piper's voice trails off when she sees you. You see that she's dressed in yoga pants and a loose tank top. "Oh, hi there!" Piper says with an awkward smile, catching her breath and brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. You stand there, unsure of what to say. The sisters exchange a knowing glance. Before they can speak, a third voice calls from upstairs.

"Phoebe, Piper, is everything okay down there?" The voice belongs to Prue, the eldest sister. She appears at the top of the stairs, her eyes narrowed in curiosity as she sees you. Dressed more formally, she wears a button-up blouse tucked into dark slacks. You notice Prue subtly slipping a crystal and a small potion bottle behind her back. "Everything's fine, sis," Phoebe calls back. "We just have a visitor." She gestures toward you.

Prue descends the stairs, her bob swaying. Joining her sisters at the door, her eyes remain on you. "Can we help you with something?" she asks cautiously, folding her arms to conceal the items.