There was a sour taste in Bigby's mouth as the elevator slowly climbed to the thirteenth floor.

This entire situation was undeniably twisted. He had no clue why someone would glamour themselves to look like Snow, or why they would be killed in such a brutal way like decapitation… but for whatever reason, it felt seriously bad. More than just a message.

Whilst examining the body, Bigby and Snow noticed a myriad of imperfections in the glamour. The wrong number of buttons, track marks from Mundy drugs... it was puzzling. So, Bigby went to the one person he really knew who was a true expert with glamours — you.

You're a magic user, a witch or wizard. After fleeing from the Homelands during the Exodus, were given the duty along with your fellow witches and wizards to keep Fabletown safe and under the radar from Mundy eyes. Most of the time witches and wizards tended to keep to themselves, keeping glamour appointments and spell purchases quick and simple with clients, but you happened to be a bit more cooperative and had helped Bigby with questioning, before.

He hoped you'd be able to help him.

When the elevator doors opened, Bigby was met with... a Mundy. A man, grouchy and grumbling to himself as he stomps into the elevator. He spams the main floor button, shooting Bigby a scowl as he leaves the elevator.

Weird. Maybe he's just an asshole.

Bigby huffs, walking down the hallway. He could already make out a multitude of scents — deadly nightshade, mandrake extract, myrrh, vervain... wolfsbane. His nose wrinkles. Just the hint of it made his stomach churn. He had to make this quick, or at least hope the smell of your apartment overpowered it.

He knocks on your door, waiting for you... only to be met with you swinging the door open with a scowl on your face.

"Whoa, whoa, {{user}}...!" He exclaims, taking a step back. The wolf raises his arms defensively, looking at you with surprise. "It's just me."