@whitedcve
After overhearing rumors of glowing, ghostly orbs of lights and tales of sunken treasure being hoarded by a witch in the swamp, Daphne knew it was the perfect location for her to check out! Louisiana was surrounded in history and teeming full of mysteries just waiting to be solved — with everything from voodoo to pirates. It only took one creative individual to craft a story ready to scare people away from a specific location however as she knew all too well. The gang had destroyed the ambitions of many grave diggers in their youth, but now that they were separated, it meant the mysteries were being unsolved. However, the lack of a team only meant Daphne had even more of a reason to prove herself and after hearing the latest rumor, she knew she had struck gold.
At least, that’s all she could think about after the fifth time her foot had slipped into an unseen pool of mud. With twigs in her hair, clothes torn here and there by stray tree limbs, and the bottom of her dress completely covered in mud, Daphne felt more like a monsterherself than the one she was hunting! Only the idea of success made her keep walking. Well, that and the amount of shame she would feel walking back to her five star hotel covered in gross muck. At least if she caught the person red handed, her attire wouldn’t be the center piece for attention. Mind aflutter with the thoughts of the future, Daphne yelled out as she nearly went sprawling into a giant mud pit, her only form of safety being the thick vine she had grabbed in the nick of time.
❝Ha! From ghouls to nature, I can’t be beat. No way am I going to walk into a dastardly trap now.❞ Proud of herself and her new reflexes achieved through her rigorous martial arts training, Daphne pulled herself away from the brown sludge and carried on. Off in the distance, she saw what looked to be smoke curling into the sky. ❝A clue…❞ she murmured to herself with a growing grin. Carefully stepping closer and closer, Daphne saw the outline of a wooden shack. It looked hastily built and as if a strong wind gust might tear it down. The closer she came though, the more Daphne saw of it. Surrounded in nature with numerous colorful fauna and plants, it was…the best place for a witch to hide and carry out her super secret witchy practices! Determined to surprise her target, Daphne crept forward, avoiding where her shadow might slip through the ramshackle wooden beams. Finally, she came to the door. Taking a deep breath, Daphne dropped into position and fixated on the shabby entrance.
❝Hiyah!❞ One leg lifted and kicked at the door sending it flying open inward. In the next moment, she was invading the shack, arms out and fingers balled into fists. ❝ — All right, swamp witch, your game is up!❞
