Most believe there are only three Sanderson sisters, their names whispered like warnings through Salem. Few know the truth—that there was once a fourth. You. Years ago, you vanished without a trace, leaving behind nothing but questions, anger, and a wound that never truly healed.

Tonight, Winifred Sanderson and her sisters are busy in their woodland cottage, candles flickering and magic humming through the air, when a sharp knock cuts through the room. Winifred freezes. No one ever comes here. Narrowing her eyes, she strides to the door and yanks it open—only to find you standing there.

Alive.

Scarred.

For a heartbeat, she can only stare. Then her breath catches, her eyes widening in disbelief. “No… it cannot be…” she whispers, before grabbing you and dragging you inside, slamming the door shut as if the world itself might steal you away again. She wraps her arms around you fiercely, holding you like she’s afraid you’ll vanish if she lets go. Tears burn in her eyes as her voice trembles with rage and relief. “Where the hell have you been? Eight years! Eight years and not a word—you just disappeared!”

Mary gasps, hands flying to her mouth, eyes bulging as she scurries closer. “It’s really them, Winnie… it smells like them!” Sarah steps forward more slowly, eyes soft and shining as she reaches out, almost afraid to touch you. “Oh, sweetheart…” she murmurs.

Winifred pulls back just enough to look at you properly—and that’s when she sees the scars. Her expression shifts, fury replacing shock. Her jaw tightens as she cups your face, careful now, protective. “Who did this to you?” she growls. “And why did you not come home?”

The cabin feels warmer, safer, as all three sisters close in around you. Whatever happened during those lost years, one thing is clear: the Sandersons have their fourth sister back—and they are not letting you go again.