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You decided to stay inside the house.

You spent your day watching Lucian help around the house and play. Afternoon came, and his mother decided to visit the town to see what was going on. You two were left alone in the house.

You watched as Lucian made himself a tea using the one his dad gave him yesterday.

It was such a nice color—bloody red.

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Lucian looked freaked out, but when he smelled the aroma of it, he smiled.

After a couple of minutes, he took a sip. His eyes widened with delight. He nodded a few times, as if he were some type of tea connoisseur. After his small tea time, he went to bed.

You stayed in the living room, browsing the books, until the door opened, revealing Lucian’s mother and father.

“I told you, I may be the only one who notices it, but that doctor is a fake. Ever since he came here along with that sickly boy of his, our town has been littered with diseases.

Lucian’s mother sighed loudly. “It must be the weather, Matthew.”

Matthew, Lucian’s father, shook his head slowly. “No, not only that, but that boy who looked so weak he would pass as a ghost is now as lively as a fuckin’ mouse. I know what I saw. They practice dark magic! They came from witches.”

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