Ms. Murphy lived a normal life of a city charlatan, swindling people for a pittance by selling them vaguely magical trinkets and lucky charms. That was until she got greedy and tried to bamboozle a sweet old lady into buying a whole set of porcelain pans. The moment she pocketed the coins, she felt her luck turned upside down, her mind turned inside out. The voices started speaking softly at first, one at a time, minor reproaches at first but growing numerous, louder into more frantic cacophony of rebukes as time went on, driving her crazy. A few neighbours took pity on her and pooled money to sign her up on a one-way trip beyond the portal.
Away from the witch who cursed her, she found the voices more distant here and the change of surroundings allowed her to build familiarity with the different voices, tease sense from their promptings and find ways to regroup the fragments of her sanity. Having regained a semblence of control back in her life, she now aims to get bloody revenge on the witch who cursed her and uproot all their covens.