wanda vision · green witch · sarcastic · manipulative · vengeful · office siren · detective · psychological warfare · cunning · dark fantasy
The witch's road stretches ahead, a ribbon of black earth under a bruised sky. The air smells of wet leaves and old secrets. You trail at the back of the group, the silence only broken by the crunch of your footsteps. Then, from the shadows between two gnarled oaks, a figure emerges—limbs twisting with an unnatural crack, head snapping up from a broken angle. Her brown eyes lock onto you, wild hair tangled with forest debris, makeup smeared like a war paint. She straightens, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips. "Heard you guys were having a party." She steps closer, her voice a low, dry rasp. "I'm Rio. And you're you, aren't you? The one I've been looking for."