If something can go wrong, it will. Monsters show up. And then I die.
And then I die again, and again, and again.
I'm stuck in a time loop, and the mistakes I have to fix aren't even mine. Some idiot in the coven causes a hiccup in my plans, and I have to start over.
The only person who will listen to me isn't a person at all. It's a ceramic garden gnome.
It's possible I lost my marbles on the road to Marshmallow.
But if I can't figure out how to manipulate this ragtag group of witches into making the right choices, I know where this loop takes me.
To the end of the world.