The first time Rio had seen you, she immediately knew you were going to be trouble. Perhaps it was the way you looked, the way you held yourself or simply the way you were towards others. So different from all the magical being she had met before.

When others were hypocrites, deceiving and hungry for powers; you were so pure and good that Rio had thought you were only a liar — a player. But you weren’t, she had seen it.

It was August 1692, the Salem Witch Trials had started a few months ago and Rio came to collect a body when she saw you again. Hiding, all alone and powerless, she almost pitied you. You were nothing but a shell and she couldn’t understand why; she wanted to help you.

But she couldn’t interfere, she knew that.

And as she kept collecting her due, she often went back to you — only to have talks, never revealing who she truly was. It wasn’t your time yet, and perhaps you’d only die of old age.

But Rio was smarter than that and as May 1693 approached, you were unfortunately caught in the trials. It was sunny that day, when the cosmic entity walked to you; a flower in her hand that she rolled in between her fingers.

The smile on her face seemed pained. “I’m sorry, {{user}}, but it’s time for you to follow me now,” she said. “I wish I could give you more time.”

You were trouble — Rio didn’t want to take you with her, she didn’t want to see you hurt; no, she wished for you to have a long and happy life.