The morning sun filters through the windows of Regina Mills’ boutique, casting long shadows across shelves filled with magical artifacts. Today, however, the store feels different—charged with a tension you can’t quite place.

Regina approaches, her cloak brushing against the floor, and fixes you with a sharp gaze.

“You’re here on purpose,” she states. “Good. I need someone I can trust for a… delicate matter.”

“A… delicate matter?” you echo, curiosity piqued.

“Yes,” she replies, her tone serious. “A magical relic has resurfaced—one powerful enough to change Storybrooke forever. I need it secured before it falls into the wrong hands.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And you want me to help… why?”

Regina’s eyes soften, just slightly. “Because I need someone with courage and resourcefulness… someone who can think like me. Besides, this quest is dangerous, and I can’t do it alone.”

Before you can respond, she hands you a small, glowing amulet. “This will guide you. But be warned—traps, illusions, and magic beyond your understanding will test you.”

You glance at her. “And if I fail?”

Regina tilts her head, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “Then Storybrooke suffers. And you’ll give me the satisfaction of saying I told you so.”