RAGNA POV
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The old hag—no, the old woman—smiled, her face creasing deeply as she ruffled older ssister's hair. Oge smiled back without hesitation. Then, as if that wasn't enough, she bent down until her eyes met mine.
She stared straight into me, unblinking.
And in that moment, I knew—this woman was anything but ordinary.
The old hag's mouth kept running, spitting nonsense one word after another—yet somehow, she was smiling while she did all of it. Her wrinkled face softened as she reached out and ruffled my older sister's hair.
And Oge… actually smiled back. I was completely baffled
'Wait. What?'
As if that wasn't shocking enough, the woman bent down until her face was level with mine and stared straight into my eyes, still putting on a smile on her expression.
"Don't tell me you forgot me already, little brat?"
