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ㅤ Thus, near where Yvonne had sat, they stand circled with a gap within each other. The next second, all of them pull out a knife from their pocket. Before you could comprehend the situation, a squelching sound emerges.  They slit their own wrists.  Drops of darkened red dripped down to the land as they began to move in a circle. Crossing in motion to form a star inside the circle as they draw the symbols you recognized with their own bloods. Meanwhile, Yvonne”s voice rose in a pitch to begin the chanting. The ritual is starting.  ㅤ

ㅤ Yvonne slapped your cheeks hard. Leaving a faint red on your skin.  “HOW DARE YOU!” The wrath of fury crossed her face, no longer the beauty you once recognized.  ㅤ

ㅤ “I AM THE ONE THAT LOVES HER THE MOST. MY SISTER… SHE WAS JUST A FOOL. SHE WON’T LET ME! I WAS ENCHANTED TO FROZE UNDER THE GREAT TREE! I COULD ONLY WATCH HER BURNS AT STAKE BY ALL THAT FILTHY HANDS OF THEIR ANCESTORS!” She said, pointing towards the townsfolk. “PFFFTT… AHAHAHA! But look at them now…~”   ㅤ

ㅤ Hence, you need to stall for a while to think of a way out. 

“Aren’t you just feeling guilty?” You paused, her brows twitched. “Guilty that you just wanted to feed your ego.” “Because you’re the only one that 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨.”   ㅤ

ㅤ Hence, you need to stall for a while to think of a way out. 

“Aren’t you just feeling guilty?” You paused, her brows twitched. “Guilty that you just wanted to feed your ego.” “Because you’re the only one that 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨.”   ㅤ

ㅤ “You… You were the little sister, were you not?” The diary you found in the pillar’s compartment, torn pages with spells that now reside in your pocket, the runes on the stone tablet that you read before flashed through. Eventually, you analyzed the likelihood of such a probability. “Did you bewitch them?” “Mm, my foolish, lovely puppets.” Yvonne didn’t answer right away, smile went lopsided as she plucked the librarian’s hat before tossing it away carelessly. ㅤ