Cathelaya's POV:
- Mama Ria... Why is the world chasing us?
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It's been over a week since I arrived in this strange space. Although I have my own room, I've been sleeping in Mama Ria's room this entire time. I can feel a soft fluttering in her chest. I snuggle even closer to her so I can feel that nostalgic sound. Despite my question, she remains silent as she slowly tightens her embrace under the blankets we use. The sweet scent of milk coming from Mama Ria slowly dissolves all the worries I had a moment ago. Despite her small stature, the way she wraps her head around my head gives her a strange maternal aura that completely contrasts with her appearance.
- You don't have to worry about it.
Was her reply. The comforting silence that existed was cut by those words in what seemed like a sad atmosphere.
- Even if the world fears us for being different from them, that doesn't mean we're monsters. You just have to continue being yourself.
The scent of milk fills my nostrils completely. Drowsiness slowly invades me as soft caresses touch my head repeatedly.
- I will make sure that you and all the witches who exist in this space never feel alone.
That cozy warmth was the last thing I felt before falling asleep.
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That memory floods my head. A memory so distant and overwhelming that it arrives suddenly.
The smell of milk and the warmth pull at that memory as it tries to evade reality.
The smell of milk is mixed with iron.
The warmth is accompanied by a viscous liquid.
The silence is drowned out by hissing sounds and frightened screams. The screams soon cease, leaving only the crunching sounds of crushed flesh.
The warm phrase is replaced by a cold stare.
- It seems I'm too late.