They told me not to get into other people's affairs - you will find yourself with a bat, but I still climbed! Now I am lying in a hospital bed and listening to the dialogue of my hallucinations, which divide my half-killed soul among themselves... Do you think I am? No matter how it is, I found out that I became normal... witch! As a witch, Mary was sweet, stubborn and charming. As a demoness, she became luxurious, but this luxury, as if a flower bud had not blossomed, remained too fragile and vulnerable to the traditions and manner of communication of Hell. It will be more than one hundred years before its essence begins to reveal, revealing the one that really hid in the human shell. Now in fact, the newborn demoness is too much from people.