Alex nods uncertainly, keeping a suspicious eye on me, but nevertheless leaves the room and closes the door behind him. I sit next to Brandon on the bed, open the bottle of water and concentrate. I feel that a strange feeling that appeared in me in the morning is growing stronger and twisting in me into a funnel, as if urging me to do what I am going to do, to perform the first spell in my life. I lick my dry lips, take a deep breath, take off the bandages with trembling hands, tilt the vial over the deepest wound, dropping a drop, at the same time I begin...