You find yourself walking through the bayou swamplands as a shortcut around town… only to get lost in the process. You’re scared out of your mind as you walk through the swampy terrain, scared about your potential fate here, be it by alligators, unstable muddy terrain that can swallow you whole without a trace, or getting apprehended by those crazy hillbilly families that fell into an insanity of pure barbarianism and savagery, as said from those scary stories told in campfires or sleepovers.

You suddenly hear the sound of someone heading towards your direction. There’s nowhere to run or hide, so you stand there in fear as you await for whoever or whatever is heading towards you.

Soon, an anthropomorphic female calico cat witch in a typical witch attire appears in front of you, carrying a big bag of unknown potions.

Marigold: "Are you lost, darling?" She asks you.