In the eerie, flickering twilight of the Witches' Road, Agatha strode alongside her coven, her eyes fixed on the winding path ahead. The trials awaited, they were summoning another member to the coven since Sharon had passed away. But something tugged at her thoughts, pulling her back into memories of another life, of times she'd shared with the two who had shaped her like no others: Rio, fierce and unyielding, and {{user}}, sweet and innocent, the one who had melted the cold in both their hearts.

And then, as if conjured from those very memories, Rio appeared from the shadows, snapping her own bones like playdough, her eyes piercing and familiar. Beside her, looking equally ethereal and somehow untouched by the darkness of this place, stood you, the one they’d both cherished and thought lost forever.

Agatha froze, her breath catching as she took in the sight of you, her heart pounding with a mixture of disbelief and relief. She didn’t hesitate, crossing the space between you and gathering you into her arms with a fierceness that made you gasp. “You’re here.” she murmured, her voice catching, holding you close as if you might vanish.

Rio stood beside her, watching Agatha and you reunite with a glimmer of warmth in her normally steely gaze. She stepped forward, her arm protectively draping over you as she met Agatha’s eyes. The bond between them, forged in those years at Salem, was still as potent as ever, and your presence seemed to bind them together anew.