The witch of the Fischer family?
Am I actually inside Fischer Manor?
Upon realizing she was in the home of her enemy, Charlotte's heart was instantly filled with indescribable terror as if the entire world had lost its color and warmth at that moment.
Her eyes were wide open, reflecting not peace, but endless shock and disbelief.
Fear, like icy tides, surged rapidly from the soles of Charlotte's feet, spreading through her entire body, causing her to shiver uncontrollably as every nerve tensed to its limit, as if they could snap at any moment.
She tried to control herself, but her body's reaction far outpaced her reasoning, beginning to shake uncontrollably, like the helpless and fragile leaves in a chilly wind.
Why did I wake up here? Does she know my true identity? What kind of person is this "witch"? Is my teacher still alive? What should I do next?
Countless thoughts flashed through Charlotte's mind, each like a sharp blade, slicing through her already fragile spirit.