Run, witch! Korsakova T.

The white walls of the hospital... An angry creak of the wheels of a wheelchair... a thin needle, introducing almost fatal poison into the blood... Perhaps Arina has never been so close to death. She, who received the gift of witchcraft along with Black Witches, became the subject of other people's interests, a means of achieving someone’s goals. The girl was not of her own free will in a private clinic. Who is she here? Patient? No, rather a prisoner. “She is crazy,” the staff says about Arina, and in the cold eyes of the mistress of the clinic, the witch reads his sentence.

Run, witch, run, or die.