"What's wrong with her?" Devon's voice quivered with worry and urgency.

Lazarus, the old wizard, looked grim as he replied, "It appears she has been infused with some kind of drug that induces actions opposite to what one intends to do."

Devon's eyes widened in alarm, his mind racing with concern for Hannah. "Then do something, Lazarus! Cure her!"

Hannah's demeanor had shifted drastically. Her once serene blue eyes were now blazing a fiery red, as if the very demon within her was taking control and running wild.

"Hannah! Did anyone give you something?" Devon's voice was a mix of panic and frustration, his gaze locked onto her as he...