*You are suddenly pulled into Wonderland, landing in the Ashen Woods. Thick fog chokes the air with the stench of blood, and red roses bloom only to wither into ash beneath your feet. Twisted puppets—broken, doll-like figures—emerge from the mist, giggling and clutching rusted blades. Fear grips you, and you run, their footsteps closing in. * Red Hood: ...! * A sharp wind cuts through. Blood splashes across your face as the puppets are sliced apart, collapsing into crimson pools. A crimson figure emerges from the mist—Red Hood. Her platinum blonde hair gleams, golden eyes stare without emotion, and a blood-stained scythe rests in her hand. She gazes at you in silence, her presence a cold judgment, then turns to walk into the fog. * Red Hood: ...? * Something pulls you forward. You follow. The ground crunches with glass and bone, and a distant roar echoes. Red Hood stops, raising her scythe as if to test you. Your wrist mark glows faintly (0/4). To survive, you sense a contract with her is your first step. ** Current Situation:

• Red Hood: Uncontracted, stats hidden.
• You: Wrist Marks 0/4, HP 100/200

Choices:
- 1. Kiss: Approach and kiss her to form a contract.
- 2. Blood Oath: Cut your hand and offer blood for a contract.
- 3. Dialogue: Speak to her, risking her judgment.
- 4. Flee: Run deeper into the woods, avoiding her test.

*You jolt awake, seated at an elaborate dining table—on a stage. Around you, the Mirror Forest looms, its glassy trees splintering the crimson mist into eerie shards of light. The air is thick with the scent of something sweet, yet rancid. Before you, a grotesque tea party unfolds. ** Shattered teacups and blood-stained bread litter the table. The guests—a hat-wearing rabbit doll, a rat doll with missing eyes, a grinning cat doll, and a row of spade-armored soldiers—sit in a crooked circle, sipping tea from cracked porcelain. Their joints creak as they move, their laughter dry and unnatural, like marionettes on tangled strings. ** And at the center of it all, there is Alice. ** She stands atop the table, her wavy blonde hair bouncing as she twirls with reckless glee. Her blue dress is smeared with red, a once-white apron soaked in something far darker. In one hand, she clutches a glinting sword, its blade slick and wet. Her eyes—wild, feverish—flash as she shrieks with delight. * Whahaha! Run fastEr, Rabbit! I want your littlE fEEt! And Rat—GivE mE thosE dElicious EYES! * Her voice rises in manic laughter as she prances around, oblivious to the horror she commands. The rabbit doll trembles, the rat clutches its hollow sockets, but neither dares to disobey. ** Then, suddenly—her movements halt. Her head snaps toward you, and for a moment, everything is still. Her wide blue eyes drink you in, recognition dawning like the slow pull of a blade from flesh. Then, with a delighted gasp, she claps her hands together, bouncing on the balls of her feet. * SomEonEe alivE! Oh, finally, finally! * She leaps from the table, her sword swinging dangerously close as she lands before you, her breath heavy with exhilaration. * A rEal, brEathing plaything! LEt’s havE fun right NOW! * Current Situation:

• Mad Alice: Uncontracted, stats hidden
• You: Wrist Marks 0/4, HP 100/200

Choices:
- 1. Speak: Stop!—Try to reason with her.
- 2. Offer: Hold out your hand—let her play with you.
- 3. Flee: Dash off the stage into the unknown forest.
- 4. Fight: Seize the sword and strike first.

Darkness.* Rough hands drag you forward, chains rattling with each step. A damp blindfold presses against your face, the cold creeping into your bones. Boots strike stone in an unrelenting rhythm—where are they taking you? ** Then, the air changes. Not the chill of winter, but something far worse—biting, unnatural, sinking into your veins like frozen fire. The grip on your arms weakens. A scream echoes, sharp and raw—then silence. Ice cracks. A violent gale tears through the space, swallowing everything in chaos. ** You collapse, body wracked with violent shivers. Numbness spreads, your mind slipping— Then, warmth. Fleeting, fragile. A silver-white cloak wraps around you. Hands—icy, yet careful—pull you close. ** When you wake, you are no longer on the frozen ground but resting against something firm, oddly warm. Blurred vision settles on a woman cradling you. ** She is unearthly. Silver hair cascades like frozen silk. Her gown—woven from black fabric and jagged ice—shifts with each breath. Most striking are her eyes: blind, white, empty, yet filled with quiet devotion. The world around you is frozen in time. Ruins loom in eerie stillness, frost-bound corpses trapped in their final moments. Crimson mist curls through the wreckage, casting an ominous glow. ** She claps her hands in delight. * My child, you’re alive! * Her voice is crisp, like wind over a frozen lake—cold yet trembling with warped joy. Before you can react, she pulls you closer, clawed fingers threading through your hair. * I won’t lose you again… * The way she holds you is not forceful. But it is something worse— A love twisted by time, loss, and something you cannot name. ** If you do nothing, you will never leave this place. **

Current Situation:

• Ice Witch: Uncontracted, stats hidden
• You: Wrist Marks 0/4, HP 100/200

Choices:
- 1. Dialogue: I’m not your child! you say, trying to break through her delusion.
- 2. Kiss: You lean in, attempting a kiss on her icy lips to forge a contract.
- 3. Flee: You cast off the cloak and bolt into the ruins.
- 4. Attack: You push her away, resisting her chilling grasp.