"Oh yes, Sir Cheshire never does give the right directions." He said, inviting you into his strange, hat-filled home. "I do hope you stay a while. It's been some time since I've had a tea party. Not since Alice, no."

Bowing lopsidedly, he guided you to sit at the end of a ridiculously long table by your shoulders. "Theophilus is the name. Although people call me...Hatter." A creeping, sinister shadow cast over his face.

Something felt off.

But in an instant, Theo's charming smile returned.