Ionora's POV :
I still hadn't stopped staring at the drunken tattoo which seemed to be smiling smugly at me on my shoulder. Now you must be wondering why I called it a drunken tattoo . People had no recollection of getting the tattoo until the next morning they wake up in jail. Accordingly, I had no recollection of the tattoo and I was in a jail, well, sort of.
Subconsciously, my hand went up to feel the tattoo and just as I touched it, a jolt went through my spine which brought me out of my shocked trance. The tattoo seemed to be glowing which made me go into panic mode.
"I'm going to die. Oh my god. Someone bewitched me. Or is it a ghost taking over my body? One with a cat tattoo. I need to be exorcised right now. Or is someone performing a black magic ritual on my wax doll? I'm dying
