Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1 Prologue Waking Up
In the dark basement, a young girl lay on the damp floor.

She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long pale golden hair scattered under her body in a messy manner. She had exquisite features and a good face. Even the unfit male clothing could not cover her delicate and fair skin, but a painful expression was appearing on her beautiful face.

Just when the candles on the candlestick were about to burn out, the girl woke up.

Covering her forehead that seemed to be exploding from the inside, she moaned and got up from the floor. The overly baggy underwear exposed more skin during exercise, but the person concerned didn't care—or didn't notice at all.

"I... didn't die? Where is this? The hospital, or the church?" The girl said to herself, and then she was taken aback by her own voice, "My throat...cough—" She coughed a few times, but her voice was still different from before.

Looking up and looking around, the girl found herself in a strange and strange environment. The uneven floor was covered with dark red blood radiating from her as the center, and a few black unknown objects were mixed with it. The boxes piled up in the corner were half-opened, and there was nothing inside. The candlestick dripping with wax on the stone table was the only light source in the room. Still emitting residual heat, the only exit seemed to be an upward flight of stairs.This couldn't be the hospital or church in her impression, but more like the scene of a secret cult ceremony.

She reached for her waist, and the holster that should have been there was gone.

Could it be that he was lucky enough not to die, but was captured instead?

At this moment, the only candle finally burned to the end, and the faint but warm candle light flickered and disappeared.

Strangely, the world in the girl's eyes is still clearly visible, as if an invisible light illuminates everything around her.

No, I have to leave this weird place immediately.

The damp environment, the four walls without windows, and the only upward stairs, this is obviously a basement, so the destination is very clear.

The girl gritted her teeth to hold back the headache, stood up straight and walked towards the stairs she saw just now.The baggy and ill-fitting trousers tried to come off her several times, and she had to grab the waistband with one hand and grope forward with the other to avoid hitting the wall.

After tripping over an overly long trouser leg, hitting a box with her knee, and kicking her toe against the wall, the girl finally walked up the stairs to the top and touched the trap door in the ceiling.

"It's a good thing it wasn't locked from the outside, otherwise it would be too difficult to escape without the tools at hand..."

Grasping the handle on the board door, the girl didn't open it immediately, but cautiously opened a crack and looked out.

Consistent with my guess, what I am currently in is indeed a basement. The movable door is facing a wall. The red light illuminates the wall brightly. Except for some furniture beside the wall, no one can be seen.

Very good, sneak out first, look for an opportunity to call for help, no matter how bad it is, escape to open terrain, so that the positioning chip in the body can transmit the signal.

After making up her mind, she gently pushed open the trap door, nimbly crawled out of the basement, and put the door back into place with her backhand, without making any sound from the beginning to the end. If the other hand was not still holding the pants, the whole process would have been more smooth.

There was no movable door to block the view, and under the crimson light, the girl could finally observe the whole room.

The movable door of the basement exit is located in the center of the room. A landscape painting is hung on the wall facing it. On the left side is the closed door. There is an old-fashioned latch on the wooden door. An unknown plant is placed next to the door, showing a coquettish shape under the red light.Opposite the door is a rather retro desk, with a large book spread out on it, a lot of notes are roughly written on the pages, pens, ink and other books are placed randomly.

Looking up, the girl realized that the source of the red light was not the light she imagined, but outside the window.

As if possessed by a demon, she didn't care about the bottoms that had come off her body with the movement, and crawled a few steps to the desk, using the desk to stand up and look out the window.

Outside the window is the street that is also dyed with crimson light. The street is empty in the middle of the night. The streets paved with stone slabs, the iron lampposts, and the row of buildings across the street are all covered with the same crimson "tablecloth".

In the dark night sky, the crimson "moon" is like a devil's eye, peeping at the street, the study and the girl in the room.

"Ah—ah!" The headache suddenly became more severe, and she couldn't stand anymore, her legs softened and she knelt down by the desk, only her slender arms were still holding onto the desk, and she could not completely lie down with this strength.

As if she had time to observe at this time, she noticed her arm under the red moonlight, then looked down at her torso along the arm, and then her legs that had been freed from the constraints of the bottoms.

"No, it's not... how is it possible!" Church representative, number 007, Angel screamed in a voice as tactful as a nightingale, but made him feel unfamiliar.

"...This is your only chance to become an 'Extraordinary', do you really want to give up..."

"... Agent 007, this mission is very risky, I suggest you..."

"...You don't think this is the end, do you obey the rules of acting, as the sequence improves, you will see more..."

"...you are just as bait, if you don't want to, you can quit now..."

"...I didn't expect you to be promoted so soon, so I should fulfill my promise..."

"...The main force has not been assembled yet, we can only rely on us to hold it back..."

"...This is the potion material for Sequence 7, 'Witch', I hope you like your new identity..."

A series of words gushed out from the depths of her memory, or resolute and resolute, or extremely seductive words echoed in her ears.

Soon, the whispers in her ears became smaller and smaller, and finally only the throbbing of blood vessels remained, and the red moon grew bigger and bigger in her eyes.

"Where is this place..."

This was her last thought.

(End of this chapter)