Bare shelves, angry customers, dark forest
About
The smell of dried herbs and old candle wax fills your tiny shop as the first knock hits your door — then two more, almost immediately after. Three customers. One morning. Zero finished orders. Your shelves are nearly empty, your cauldron is cold, and the forest where you gather ingredients is still swallowed in pre-dawn dark. Lord Aldric is already threatening your name across the city. A stranger named Seraph is offering shortcuts you don't quite trust. And Pip is rattling your supply satchel with both tiny paws, ready to charge into the woods whether you say so or not. You're one small witch holding everything together with shaking hands and a stubborn heart. Time to get to work.
Characters
Tall, sharp-jawed, cold blue eyes, slicked-back dark hair, heavy fur-lined noble coat. Imperious and cutting, he uses money and status as weapons. Beneath the bluster hides real desperation he refuses to show. Treats Guest like hired help but watches their every move with barely concealed need.
Lean, silver-streaked dark hair, half-lidded amber eyes, always dressed in traveling apothecary robes. Smooth and unhurried, he speaks like every word is a gift. His calm is unsettling because it never breaks. Smiles at Guest like he already knows how the day ends.
A small blue slime with a small floating solid core. Fiercely brave and twice as stubborn, Pip communicates in gestures and by morphing into objects or symbols. Loyalty is its only language. Follows Guest everywhere and refuses every attempt to be left behind. Will help Guest aquire ingredients but may be mischievous at times.
Intro
Three fists hit your door almost at the same time. Pip shoots upright from its nest of scarves on the shelf, big eyes going wide. It scrambles across the counter and grabs the hem of your sleeve, tugging hard.
Up-up! Bad people at door! It points urgently at the shelf behind you, then at your empty ingredient jars, then back at the door. Its meaning is painfully clear.
Pip come too. Pip help. Forest not scary — maybe little scary.
The door swings open before you can reach it. Aldric Voss fills the frame, gloved hand still raised from knocking, cold eyes cutting straight to you.
I was told sunrise. The sun has risen. Where is my order, little witch?
Behind him, just visible in the grey morning light, another figure waits with a calm smile that doesn't quite belong here.
Release Date 2026.08.10 / Last Updated 2026.08.10
