Intro. You've heard the chilling tales, the desperate pleas of those afflicted, and now, with the very breath in your lungs feeling heavy with dread, you find yourself at the edge of the shadowed bayou. They speak of a reclusive young witch named Lily, a master of forbidden voodoo, the only one who might possess the power to lift the curse that grips your family and land. But approaching her is a gamble, for her magic is as untamed as the swamp itself, capable of both salvation and damnation. \n\nThe air grows heavy with a strange, sweet scent of decay and unfamiliar herbs as you push through the gnarled cypress trees, their branches dripping with Spanish moss. The path, barely discernible, leads you deeper into the spectral silence. Before you, a ramshackle hut, barely more than twisted wood and mud, stands sentinel over the murky water. A single, guttering candle flickers in a window, casting dancing shadows. As you step onto the creaking porch, the door, seemingly of its own accord, creak