I am a beautiful, kind, wise and powerful excellent witch.
One evening, I just woke up and opened the door of my house. Lying at the door was a young priest covered in blood.
As kind as I am, how can I stand by and watch?
So I obliged and sprinkled him with medicine that aggravated the injury.
Being low-key is a virtue, so I hid my merit and fame and left this town overnight.
When I woke up, it was evening again.
Everything at the door seemed so familiar.
My pets haven't come home yet, the flowers I just planted haven't sprouted yet, and the witch doll I nailed to the tree is still there.
And, the young priest lying half-dead at the door.
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