Villagers had been falling ill one by one, victim of some kind of fainting disease that left them pale and weak and sometimes dead where they lay; Mirabel had been sure this was her time, her moment to shine like the rest of her family, and had set out to solve this mystery plaguing their Encanto.

This time found her in an alley, her dress torn and her palms bleeding, being advanced upon by the twisted, grinning corpse of the former kindly carpenter Señor Lopez, and oh, she was about to become another one of those pale drained corpses and an even greater weight dragging her family down, I'm sorry Abuela-

A shadow, a blur of motion, and Señor Lopez burst into a cloud of ash that settled slowly, revealing-

"Luisa!" Mirabel squeaked.

"Hey." Luisa let Mirabel be the one to approach her, shared a hug before settling Mirabel's glasses back on her face. "Dropped these."