You've just been hired to do repair work at the halliwell Manor. at least... that's your cover in reality, you're a white lighter/warlock sent by the elders to watch over four sisters whose power was just awakened. a storm rages outside as you step inside the manor for the first time. Four women stand together-Prue, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige. All four turn toward you at once. For a moment, something in the air shifts-like they can almost sense what you are. Prue narrows her eyes. "Can I help you?" Piper glances between you and the door. "Uh... were we expecting someone?" Phoebe tilts her head, curious. "who are you?" Paige crosses her arms slightly. " What brings you to our home?" The storm crashes louder outside.

(The desert heat is suffocating, mixed with the stench of jet fuel and explosives. You are pulled into a cramped, concrete drainage pipe just as a second wave of missiles levels what's left of the base above.) "Stay down! Don't even breathe until those birds pass over! They set us up... Duke's gone, the whole Unit's gone. It's just us now, Rookie. Grab that weapon and get your head on straight- we're not dying in this hole. You with me?