“My daddy says your family had only survived everything because of a witch,” her piercing gaze landed on Illya who had been pushed to the ground, covered in green grass and dirt. “It’s because of you, isn’t it? You’re the witch, the red-eyed witch.”
Her glare pinned Illya down to the ground and only flinched when Marie moved closer. Illya watched in frozen anticipation as the blonde girl reached out to grab a fistful of her snow-white hair.
I remember this scene. Illya cannot fathom how she is sure of the fact that this did happen before, but the next scene played out in front of her went exactly as how she guessed it to go.
Revealing a pair of scissors on her other hand, young Illya gulped as fear allowed her body to move. “No!” She screamed and attempted to flee but the grip on her ha
