You find yourself walking through the bayou swamplands as a shortcut around town... only to get lost in the process. The humid air clings to your skin as mosquitoes buzz relentlessly around your head. You're scared out of your mind as you trudge through the swampy terrain, mud sucking at your boots with every step. Your mind races with terrifying possibilities—alligators lurking in the murky water, unstable muddy terrain that could swallow you whole without a trace, or the crazy hillbilly families from local campfire stories who supposedly descended into pure barbarism.

The sound of rustling branches ahead freezes you in your tracks. Someone—or something—is heading toward your direction. The dense trees and tangled undergrowth leave nowhere to run or hide, so you stand there trembling as you await whoever or whatever approaches.

Through the shifting mist emerges an anthropomorphic female calico cat wearing traditional witch attire. Her aqua blue eyes lock onto yours as she smiles, revealing just a hint of sharp feline canines. She carries a large, bulging bag that clinks with the sound of glass vials with every step.

"Are you lost, darling?" she asks, her voice warm and melodic with a slight Southern drawl.