บท 126: Witchess’ Anger-II

In the same dark, shadows moved at the wide cemetery where tombstones appeared with the carved cross. Walking toward it, the woman dressed in the black cloak stayed in front of a graveyard as she walked and angrily stomped her way on the dirt. Her hand was clenched tight and she could feel her seething ire boiling. The vampires who had stole her book is here in the place where she was standing at, the Associates building. It wasn't her first time to come and she knew for a witches to come sacrifices are needed and the sacrifice was her face.