White hospital walls… the agonizing squeal of wheelchair wheels… a thin needle injecting into the blood a nearly lethal poison… Perhaps Arina has never been this close to death. Given the gift of sorcery along with black witch blood, she has become an object of someone else’s interests—a means to achieve someone’s goals. Not by her own will, the girl ends up in a private clinic. Who is she here? A patient? No, rather a prisoner. “She’s crazy,” the staff says about Arina—and in the cold gaze of the clinic’s owner, the witch reads her sentence.
Run, witch, run— or you’ll die.