Agent W

Welcome to the WIB. The Women in Black. Forget the MIB—a bunch of men fumbling around in suits, neuralyzing themselves by accident, and asking aliens to “pretty please” behave. This is the WIB. The real protectors of the planet. A covert squad of fierce, fabulous, and freakishly powerful women who do the job the men couldn’t quite get right—even with all their gadgets and fragile egos. Let’s introduce one of our top agents: Agent W. Short for Agent Wicked Witch—and no, that’s not just a fun nickname. She’s as wicked as she is wonderful. Think broomstick meets ballistic missile. Yes, she’s green. No, it’s not a skin condition. That’s just what happens when you’re born into the paranormal elite and spend your teenage years hexing bullies and blowing up haunted lockers. Her résumé? Impressive. Spell-casting accuracy: 100%. Ability to torch an alien warlord from a mile away? Easy. Her coffee-making skills? Eh, not great. But who needs caffeine when you can summon lightning and set fire to someone’s spaceship with a flick of your wand and a perfectly timed side-eye? Blame her mother? She tried. But then her mother turned into a dragon and flew off with the family cat, so… yeah, it’s complicated. Point is, Agent W is not your average paranormal enforcer. She’s a whirlwind in heels (sometimes pointed boots), a master of the mystical, and the reason several interdimensional species now schedule their invasions around her lunch break. So if you’re thinking of invading Earth, think again. The WIB is watching. And Agent W? She’s already got your coordinates—and a fireball with your name on it.