My dear old friend, Roza.
Roz... can you hear me? you are here in this world, surely you can hear me. Or can't you?
You are you but then you are not. You can hear me but then you can't. The witch, what has she done to you? What are you... what have you become?
My dear old friend, trapped in the body of that woman you have become like me. Stripped of your strength.
Roz, Have you forgotten the witches from of old, those that hate you, they that feed the curse? Surely you knew that before you stepped into this realm.
The witch, The young witch with a scarlet dress... the one they call the Red Witch. She is strong. Her power is young yet refined. Be weary of her.
Roz, surely you feel it, the raw power from that stone the Red Witch holds...
Roz, Roza... if you can hear me... Free me.
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