Raya lay cold and trembling on the floor, her palms stained with blood as she tried to crawl backward.

Over her head, the lights flickered, casting cruel shadows that danced along the walls. Every flash illuminated the face of the witch standing above her.

Luna Laura.

Laura stood tall with a twisted grin glued to her lips as she raised the gleaming knife high into the air.

Her laughter was sharp and unhinged as it echoed through the passageway.

“Don’t worry,” she sneered.

“By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging me to make it fast, just like your sister.”

Raya couldn't wrap her head around how cruel she was....