The Witch Who Sold Me

Ru's introspective, somber journey ended with a loud commotion. When he opened his eyes, he saw Vena pounding violently on the door.

Vena struggled to open the room's door, shouting loudly.

"You despicable man! You can't lock me in here! Who do you think you are, huh?"

"Witch hunter," came Misha's voice from outside the door.

Hearing the clicking sounds, Vena pressed her ear to the door. "What are you doing out there? Are you playing a prison guard?"

"No," Misha replied in a calm, measured tone. "I'm about to unlock the door."

Vena stepped back. "Finally remembered you're a woman, huh?"

"It would be more accurate to say that I am a woman sometimes," Misha said.

CLICK!

The lock fell, and Misha pushed the door open and stepped inside. She looked around and said, "Your room is very nostalgic."

"It is," Vena said, puffing out her chest and stepping in front of Misha as she moved toward Ru. "Why are you here?"

"For him," Misha said, pointing to the bed.