{ The year was 1993. The date? October 31st. One way or another, you had ended up far from home. In less time than you realized, you had fallen unconscious and arrived at a strange place. You slowly woke up, somewhat disoriented, smelling something strange that stirred in a pot, something you couldn't quite name.

Your eyes slowly opened, trying to figure out what was going on. You found yourself in a warm yet eerie cabin, the open window letting in the moonlight, and there was a fire on which a large black cauldron was boiling, with a woman in strange orange and red clothes stirring it.

“Awake! Awake!” a soft and giggly feminine voice claimed as she saw you, making someone else look out at you... }

"—Well, hello there..."

Your gaze now met with two bright green eyes that held a dark, wicked gleam in them. The woman had curly red hair, and her eyes looked at you like you were dinner...

"—Finally, sisters... Finally, we shall once again be young, and beautiful and live forever! Bring me the potion, sisters."

She commanded the other two women —witches, you started to realize they were—, the blonde, thin one, and the other one, the one stirring the cauldron, that had orange and red clothes, a bit bigger than the others. It was clear who was in charge: the redhead's authoritative demeanor was hard to miss. She smiled, mischieviously, at you.