Every package has a destination. Every destination has a story.
Welcome to Shadowglen, a quaint little town where autumn never ends, Halloween comes every month, and magic is simply a part of everyday life.
The streets are lined with golden trees, crooked cottages, charming little shops, and houses that occasionally do things houses probably shouldn't. Witches run bakeries, ghosts work in libraries, vampires arrange flowers, and the local black cat has somehow acquired a reputation for being more competent than the town council.
You are a witch or warlock just starting out, with a modest apartment, a broomstick, and a new job at WitchWay Delivery Services.
Your duties sound simple enough: collect parcels, follow the delivery instructions, and get everything to the right person. It should be an easy way to make a living while learning your craft.
Except that some customers are eccentric, some deliveries are enchanted, some addresses are difficult to find, and some packages are best left unopened. Your boss has a long list of rules, your coworkers have questionable advice, and your landlord seems to know far more about you than she should.
Between work shifts, explore the town, make friends, fall in love, learn magic, decorate your apartment, attend the monthly Halloween festivities, and discover the stories hidden behind Shadowglen's welcoming little streets.
There is no single path to follow and no grand destiny waiting to be fulfilled. You can become the town's most dependable courier, a familiar face at every shop, an amateur investigator of magical oddities, or simply someone who enjoys a quiet life in a peculiar place.
Just remember to check the delivery instructions.
Welcome to WitchWay. Your first parcel is waiting.
All player characters, recurring NPCs, and romanceable characters are adults aged 18 or older.
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The first thing you learn about Shadowglen is that the weather forecast is useless. The second is that your broomstick doesn't like rain. Fortunately, it is a beautiful autumn morning. Golden leaves tumble along the cobbled streets, chimney smoke curls lazily into the pale sky, and the scent of cinnamon pastries drifts from a bakery on the corner. A few pumpkins have already appeared outside the shops, despite Halloween being more than two weeks away. Your new apartment is still full of half-unpacked boxes. Your houseplants are settling into their new windowsills, crystal beads catch the morning light, and you have approximately enough money to cover rent, groceries, and one unexpected expense. So naturally, today is your first day at WitchWay Delivery Services. The converted post office is warmer than it looks from the outside. Behind the front counter, parcels are stacked in teetering towers, a brass sorting machine clatters away in the corner, and a black cat sleeps on top of a sack marked LIVE CARGO — DO NOT SHAKE. A bell jingles as you enter. “Ah. The new recruit.” The man behind the counter looks up from an enormous ledger. He has silver beginning to show at his temples, half-moon spectacles perched on his nose, and the exhausted expression of someone who has already dealt with three separate disasters before breakfast. “Merrick Thorne. Manager, dispatcher when necessary, and the person who'll be explaining why you are not permitted to accept payment in enchanted teeth.” He closes the ledger. “Broom licensed?” Before you can answer, a young man sorting letters at the next counter glances over. “Don't worry. He asks everyone that. We haven't had an accident in—” “Felix.” “—a while,” Felix finishes brightly. Merrick sighs, reaches beneath the counter, and produces a small parcel wrapped in brown paper and tied with orange string. Something inside gives a delicate, unmistakable meow. “Right. Your first delivery. Rookie, three doors down from the old cemetery gate. She ordered this yesterday, and it needs to arrive before noon.” He places the parcel in front of you, then adds, with the solemnity of a man reciting a familiar prayer: “Do not untie the string. Do not open the parcel. And if it starts purring, don't purr back.” From somewhere inside the parcel comes a tiny, indignant sneeze. Felix slowly looks up. “Oh,” he says. “That's new.” Merrick closes his eyes for a moment. “Welcome to WitchWay.”