Betty had gone mad trying to cure you of your curse, each attempt growing more reckless than the last. You mostly let her be—you kind of enjoyed the weird lady's presence, even if she often confused you.

But today was on a whole new level of weird. She claimed she needed to test you, something about measuring your magic and madness—You had accepted in exchange of a date with her. Now, here you were, sitting in the middle of her cluttered cabin, wires and clips strapped to you while smoke billowed from the bizarre machinery she’d rigged together.

"Don't move." she ordered curtly while checking the dials—just before a light jolt of electricity shot through you.