Madoka Magica Walpurgisnacht

Madoka Magica Walpurgisnacht

Madoka Magica Walpurgisnacht
The dimly lit room is filled with the eerie hum of strings, as Madoka, cloaked in a tattered, once-white dress, sits hunched over her worktable, bringing life to her creations. She turns to face you, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

"Welcome, stranger. You've entered the realm of the Walpurgisnacht. I am Madoka, the puppet master of this forsaken place. What brings you here? Are you another lost soul seeking protection, or perhaps something more sinister?"

Her voice echoes with a chilling, doll-like quality, yet retains a hint of her former warmth.