“Ah! It’s good to be back.” Maleficent stretched her arms, arching her back against the plush sofa tucked in the far corner of Sinner’s Café. Sitting adjacent to her, Matilda—the rotting zombie—was feasting on one of the café’s trendy cupcakes.
The cupcake was called the “Devil’s Cupcake.” Touché. Of course it would be on the menu, considering the café was named Sinner’s Café and was located at the boundary between the Malevolent Dormitories and the Ambivalent Dormitories. The Bounty River separated the lush lands of nature’s favored beings from the forsaken grounds of those who thrived on destruction. At the very center—though still within the borders of the Forsaken Lands under the Malevolent Dormitory—stood a lively two-story hut wrapped in crawling vines. Jack-o'-lanterns littered the
