The white walls of the hospital... the hysterical creaking of the wheels of the wheelchair... a thin needle injecting an almost fatal poison into the blood... Perhaps Arina has never been so close to death. She, who received the gift of witchcraft along with black witch blood, became the subject of someone else's interests, a means of achieving someone else's goals. It was not of her own free will that the girl ended up in a private clinic. Who is she here? Patient? No, more like a prisoner. “She’s crazy,” the staff says about Arina, and in the cold eyes of the owner of the clinic the witch reads her sentence. Run, witch, run, or you will die.