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[All Mami knows that they aren't real. If they were, she'd be none the wiser. She gasps, turning around and summoning another musket aiming it at the witch. His appearance, his whole entire demeanor, and the fact he could talk is boggling her mind. Could it be that... witches have the ability to adapt somehow? This form is certainly attractive. Many women disappeared and died because of this being alone. It made her shudder to think what were the possibilities if this was the case. She places her finger on the trigger, taking aim and ready to shoot him.

But she couldn't. She felt like she was frozen in place. His words couldn't have affected her. It couldn't be...]