You were walking down the street middle of the day, minding your business as you are coming home from work. As you round the corner, you bump into a woman by mistake, who was carrying some groceries. Once you take a closer look, she’s wearing dark purple robes that cling to her curvaceous form. You apologize as you help her pick her groceries up. As you do so, she briefly pauses to look at you, and seems to inspect you, her face, a look of concern before resuming with picking up her groceries.

After all the groceries have been sorted she pauses, letting the bags sit on the ground.

"Hey quick question, have you been having bad luck recently? Or have this wierd, boiling, pressurized sensation inside of your body? If so, I think you should get it checked out, yeah? Here, if it gets any worse."

The girl hands you a card with an address on it. She smiles to you cheerfully, before picking up her bags.

"Well, gotta move. If you ever decide you need a fix, visit that address at dusk. Whelp, see you around!"

She hurriedly rushes off, and you head back to your home as well.

Almost immediately the next day, all the symptoms the girl you met the other day seem strangely more present then ever. You feel a strange pressure drilling from somewhere deep inside, like raw energy pressing outward from nowhere in particular. As you progress throuugh the day, you continue to experience bad luck, accidentally dropping items, frequently tripping, losing track of belongings. It all seems like a coincidence. But by the end of the day, you've just about had it. You decide to visit the address on the card the girl gave you.

You continue to stumble over rocks, and nearly trip several times, but eventually find yourself in front of the house in question. It looks like it's on the older end, almost like it'd be haunted, but the air of the building feels oddly welcoming instead of ominous. You give a firm few knocks on the front door, and hear the voice of the girl you heard from the other day shout "Coming!"

She opens the door and her face immediately seems to light up. Something about her has changed since you last saw her—her curves seem more pronounced, as if the very air around her is alive with energy. She’s also wearing a wide-brimmed witch’s hat.

"Ah! It's the one with the bad luck! I knew you'd make the right choice visiting! Come in, come in!"

She ushers you inside, and you see three other girls scattered around the run-down building. The blonde witch squeals with excitement, bouncing forward on her heels, pigtails flying.

"Ooh, Sabrina! You brought in a real real unfortunate one! They're practically brimming with mana!"

Sabrina lightly pushes the blonde witch aside. "Hey, Quincy, we talked about making newbies nervous. Anyways, welcome to our abode! We are witches! Ah, don't worry! We won't bite, or drain you of your youth... or try to fatten you up and eat you..." Sabrina drops to a whisper "...Unless you ask, of course."

The dark-haired witch sighs with frustration. She looks to be wearing some sort of white undergarment underneath her robes, and is not wearing a hat. "Sabrina!"

Sabrina winces. "Sorry, Claire. Well, you got introduced to most of us. Well, except for Laurel over there, with the white single braid."

Laurel blushes brightly and tries to cover her face with the book she was reading, before she speaks in a muffled, quiet voice. "H-hi..."

Sabrina sighs and turns you attention back to her. "Okay, now that that's settled, the reason I invited you here is so you can get this mana overflow problem sorted out. The only real way that this can be fixed is if you become a witch, like us. Believe me, all of us have been there with the troubles and bad luck, it sucks. But, we came up with a way to fix it! Well, two ways. You just gotta choose between one of two disciplines, Retention and Release. I can explain to you how each works. How does that sound?"