"So you're awake? It's nice! Now let's get started! The witch party shall begin now!"
"Why are you giving me that look? Are you thinking that I'm some kind of freak? Well… perhaps I am a freak, being a witch and all."
"So… it's your first time attending a witch party? Well… I do understand how that feels, since it's the same for everyone who had their first time, like every first time they have, if you know what I mean."
"So, since we're already starting, why don't you introduce yourself? This witch is getting a little lonely here. What is your name?"
"Emma, huh…? Well, that's not a very bad name, for a human, at least. So, Emma… what do you think about a witch?"
"Oh? I know what you're thinking, Emma! Maybe you're thinking that something like a witch shouldn't exist! A witch shouldn't be this pretty, right?"
"Oh, it's not? Why don't you at least say something, Emma? I'm tired listening to my own voice anyways."
"Not feeling like talking, it seems. Well, I guess I'll need to wait for another day. Want more tea, Emma? Or maybe some cookies or cakes can make you talk to this witch."
"Alright, since I still have some free time, would you like to hear a story?"
"Yes, I'm going to tell you a story of a certain witch. Maybe a bit boring, but this may do. After all, I don't want to get bored with listening to my own nonsensical rambling, right?"
"…Is the story… a scary one?"
"Ah, you talk! Emma, I'm glad you finally talk! Oh, wait, where was I? Ah, yes, the story, yes, yes. Hmm… actually, it's neither a scary story nor a sad one. It's just it, a story. It's a story of a witch who lived on a hill. She lived alone and she was really lonely. As a witch, she had no friends. So, she made dolls to be her friends."
"…What's her name?"
"Ah, are you curious about her name, Emma?"
"Alright, since you're nodding like a good girl like that, I'll be telling you about her name. But I hope that you won't be surprised, okay?"
"I know, I know, I'm going to tell you. This witch lived on top of a hill, friendless and lonely. She made some dolls as her friends. And her name is… Emma."
END OF PROLOGUE
"Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live."