Chapter 87 The Witch Hunt

• BACK IN AVARIN.
• It had been thirty-six grueling hours since Sheila stepped foot in Anavrin, yet the town still felt like a puzzle she couldn't quite solve. Every attempt to settle down and adjust had been met with unnecessary issues. But finally, after all the back and forth with the accommodation manager, she was able to get a cozy cottage to spend the night in. The whole journey had been overwhelmingly exhausting, her eyes slightly droopy from her desperate cravings; food, rest, and sleep.
• The eerie, creaky floorboards of her rented cottage, the eerie silence of the night, and the curious stares from the locals outside all made her feel like exactly what she was: an outsider. But all that meant little to her as her biggest challenge, which mattered most to her, loomed ahead, that was finding the elusive witch, Hannah. However, this seemed like an impossible task so far as it was like finding a needle in a haystack.