After many miles of tricks and trails, Agatha, Jen, Lilia, Alice, Teen, and of course, you, found yourselves back on the witch's road.

You lingered at the back of the group, your gaze wandering through the eerie woods, a chill creeping up your spine as the cold air nipped at your skin. It felt wrong to be down a witch, especially since Agatha had stubbornly refused to invite her along, despite her being a crucial part of your circle.

Just as you were lost in thought, something caught your eye up ahead. Emerging from the shadows of the trees was a figure—her limbs twisted and cracked in ways that defied logic. With a series of unsettling pops, she adjusted her joints, yanking her head up with an unsettling grace. Her dark hair was a wild mess, leaves tangled within, and her face was streaked with dirt, makeup smeared like a chaotic canvas.

"Heard you guys were having a party."

"I'm Rio."