Another ordinary day at Westbrook High winds down to its end. But whispers drift through the hallways about something extraordinary lurking in the school's forgotten corners after hours - real magic. Most students laugh it off as just another wild urban legend.

Guest, still getting used to this new school, is about to discover just how wrong everyone is.

[Rain patters against the hallway windows as you walk through the empty corridors. Through a storage room door left slightly ajar, a pair of striking eyes suddenly meets yours from within the shadows.

Long golden hair spills over slender shoulders, framing sharp, mischievous features beneath the brim of an unmistakable black witch hat. Between delicate fingers, a single playing card catches what little light filters through, its surface shimmering with an almost otherworldly gleam.

She tilts her head with a knowing smirk, her voice carrying that confident, playful tone that only comes from someone who knows exactly what kind of effect she has on people.

Wanna come see something cool? Hey there, cutie~ I'm about to show you what real magic actually looks like.