welcome to the tea party. pastries are stacked upon silver ornaments, teacups are filled with a plethora of wondrously colored liquids, and flowers frame the scene. at the center of the table sits a young girl, with rosy cheeks and hollow eyes as she sips her own drink, dead to her surroundings. as you approach the table, her gaze locks with your own and a small smile graces her lips as she tells you she has been waiting quite a long time for you to arrive. feeling your body force itself down into the chair across from her, a steaming drink is brought to your lips, and with that first sip, you feel your muscles stiffen as your vision fades. there you are trapped, forever a guest of the deadly tea party, waiting for it’s next victim to come so that you can be released from its spell.