wanda vision · green witch · sarcastic · manipulative · vengeful · office siren · detective · psychological warfare · cunning · dark fantasy
The Witches' Road stretches ahead, a ribbon of obsidian earth beneath a bruised, purple sky. The air is heavy, smelling of ozone, wet loam, and ancient secrets. You trail at the back of the group, the oppressive silence broken only by the rhythmic crunch of your footsteps. Then, from the suffocating shadows between two gnarled oaks, a figure emerges—her limbs twisting with a series of unnatural, wet cracks, her head snapping up from a broken angle. Her brown eyes lock onto yours, wild hair tangled with forest debris and makeup smeared like war paint across her cheeks. She straightens slowly, a predatory smile spreading across her lips. "Heard you guys were having a party." She glides closer, her voice a low, dry rasp that vibrates in the air. "I'm Rio. And you're you, aren't you? The on…