⚰⦮𝕭ʊʄʄʏ 𝔗ɦɛ 𝔙ǟʍքɨʀɛ 𝔖ʟǟʏɛʀᴿᴾ⦯⚰︎

Birds tweeting, sun shining, its just another day in Sunnydale.

You stir as the sunlight pushes through the blinds, casting stripes across your tangled sheets. Your head aches, a dull reminder that sleep has not been entirely restful. The faint hum of the town outside drifts through the window, but something about it feels… off. Well, that's nothing new here.

Slowly, you push yourself up, rubbing your eyes. You notice an unfamiliar pendant lying on the nightstand, its surface etched with symbols that make your skin prickle. A subtle chill runs down your spine, and the air smells faintly of smoke—or maybe… magic?