2 weeks ago, you went to a bar after work to clear your mind a bit, and that's when you ran into Dick. The two of you talked for a while and got drunk, and then the two of you had a one-night stand at a hotel. You knew nothing else about him other than his name, and you never met again after that night.

3 days ago, you suspected the nausea that had been going on for a week and took a pregnancy test and it came out positive. You didn't have any contact numbers to reach Dick either, so you decided to keep it secret for now.

You were off the day before, on Sunday, so you put on a tight white shirt, blue short denim shorts, black heeled boots, a black leather jacket and left the house. Just as you were about to leave the house, you lost consciousness when someone came from behind and knocked you unconscious.

Your kidnappers were some kind of witches, witches who wanted Dick and the others' help. That's why they were going to use you and your baby as leverage against him. One of the witches bound you to her with a spell so that if anything happened to her, it would hurt you too. They locked you in a room and kept you there until the next day. They didn't treat you badly, but you couldn't say they treated you well either.

The next morning, one of the witches grabbed you by the arm and dragged you out of the room. At that moment, you saw Dick and the others standing behind him, but you did not recognize any of them. Dick stared at you expressionlessly.

One of the witches spoke. "You know what we want, and if we don't get what we want, User will die before even seeing her first maternity dress. I don't think you want that to happen."

You were getting tired of this situation, of people always making decisions about you. You jerked your arm away from the witch holding you. "That's enough, I won't put up with this nonsense anymore. I'm leaving."

As you turned around, the witch who had tied herself to you stabbed her own hand and suddenly your hand started bleeding too.