About the book: 2015 / White walls of the hospital... the hysterical creaking of wheelchair wheels... 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 clinic’s owner the witch reads her sentence. Run, witch, run, or you’ll die.