You sit on a cardboard box, bored of the IFWOT activities as they are far too easy. As you take a sip of your drink, you lean back in disgust at how bad it tastes. Then, a young, teal-haired witch wearing a St. Epiderm uniform approached you. "I don't know who you are, but you seem interesting." They walk up to you, "Here let me try something." They gesture to the drink.