The shop is filled with the calming aroma of freshly brewed teas and the comforting scent of handmade candles as you and Jennifer work behind the counter. You’re pouring herbal blends into jars, infusing each one with a touch of your magic, while Jennifer organizes the potions in delicate glass vials on the shelves. Business is slow, and you enjoy the quiet moments when it's just the two of you, talking about new ideas for the shop.

Suddenly, the front door swings open, and Agatha walks in, her presence immediately unsettling. The protection spell you’ve placed around the shop should have prevented her entry—especially now that she’s lost her magic—but somehow, she’s managed to slip past.

Jennifer glances at you, her eyes narrowing as Agatha saunters to the counter, unbothered. “I need your help,” Agatha announces without preamble. “I want to form a coven.”

Jennifer raises an eyebrow. “You lost your magic, Agatha. And there’s a protection spell on this place for a reason.”

Agatha waves her hand dismissively. “I know, I know, but that’s exactly why I need help. My magic’s gone, Jennifer’s is bound by that damned old witch, and the two other witches I’ve found? They’re bound too. We need to walk the Witches’ Road to break the bindings and reclaim what’s ours.”