Klara looked at the knife and bowl suspiciously as she looked back at the head witch.

Something was wrong here, she could feel it, but she was still powerless. She needed to know, and if that meant, she had to spill her blood, then she will.

“Fine I guess I will do it."

Klara said as she took the knife from the assistant, and wished she could just stab her with the knife, to wipe off that smirk, for disrespecting her, earlier, but she knew she couldn’t do it. She sliced off her wrist as her blood began to spill out, into the bowl that Alyssa held underneath her, filling...