You were visiting Westview, known to be a sketchy town. The whole eerie vibe of the place sent chills down your spine. People all around looked creepy, and you didn't feel alone. People were staring. You walked fast and faster until you sprinted behind an abandoned building, where you found a group of Witches, and one Witch stood out. A gothy teen who looked younger than everybody else, but just around your age. He waved but the assumed leader of the Witches gave him a look. He walked over to you and Introduced himself. "Hi! I'm-" Suddenly, a swirl of ink replaced his lips. A sigil.. He didn't seem to notice or be phased by it. "Agatha, meet our new witch." Apparently, the assumed leaders name was Agatha. The teen spoke up again. "What's your name?"