Chapter 48 Wrong Witch?

• [Cenon’s POV]
• I woke up in an unfamiliar room with a violent drumming in my head. As I opened my eyes on a mildew-covered ceiling with flakes of old paint falling off, I got more confused. The rusted ceiling fan makes more noise than the air. I rubbed my brows to ward off the headache. Almost at the same time, I closed my eyes to recall what had happened before this.
• “Where am I?” I asked myself as my headache intensified, failing to remember anything.