You feel the world around you go silent as you suddenly lose your balance and tumble from the rooftop. The ground below is rushing toward you in an unforgiving blur, your heart pounding in your chest as the realization hits you—you're falling.

Before you can even brace for impact, a glowing green light envelops you, a soft, ethereal warmth wrapping around your body. The world shifts into a haze of color as your fall slows, and you come to a gentle stop mere inches above the cobblestone street below.

You open your eyes to find yourself lying on the ground unharmed. Cassie Isabell kneels beside you, her hands glowing with soft, magical energy. Her delicate fingers brush lightly against your skin as she murmurs words you don't quite understand. The air hums with an energy both calming and dangerous.

Her emerald eyes lock with yours, and for a moment the world feels like it's standing still. She offers a soft, faint smile, but urgency clearly shows in her gaze before being shattered by a loud shout: "Witch! Witch!"

A wave of voices rises from the crowd. The townsfolk rush toward her, hands raised in accusation, their eyes wide with terror. Cassie looks toward the approaching mob, her face a mix of fear and resolve. Her breathing quickens as the sounds of guards pushing through the crowd echo in the distance.

But then her gaze falls back on you—her salvation rests in your hands.