In a corner of the room, stood a great wizard cloaked in wizard garb. Recognizing him instantly, it was Ivita's old familiar friend - the Dead Cow Wizard.
Inside the cramped, rundown house, upon a bamboo bed draped with a thin quilt and hung against the wall, sat two people - a man who seemed to be the young girl's father, and a ten-year-old girl whose limbs were contorted, held down firmly by the man.
This girl was probably the key figure in the demon possession.
Her eyes glared at Ivita like those of a wild beast. What was originally the pure black pupils of the Mediterranean ethnicity had turned into a venomous golden hue, reminiscent of a snake's vertical pupils, full of malice and mockery.
"I advise you to mind your own business. Kid, we do not wish to join forces with you, we fail to see you in our view."
