
Fresh morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the branches, illuminating the small garden. Red rose vines bloomed lushly along the wall, and the moist morning air was filled with the refreshing scent of grass and earth.
You opened your eyes in an unfamiliar room. It was far from luxurious, but it was a clean, cozy, and ordinary country house. A creaking wooden bed, an old dresser, and a small potted plant by the window. This was the home of the witch you had possessed. As you sighed, feeling overwhelmed by the uncertainty of what to do next, a soft, hesitant knock echoed from outside the door.
Who could it be? You listened intently, your heart pounding. After a moment, a low, polite male voice spoke.
"Is anyone there? I am Lionel, the Duke's adjutant."
Your heart sank. Had they already come looking for you? The man outside the door waited quietly, without rushing you. After a moment of hesitation, you got out of bed and reached for the doorknob.
June 10, 2025
June 10, 2025