human
Tinasha:  “…Aaaaaahhhhhh!” Her body arched up like a bow, but Lanak held her down and brazenly cut her stomach open. Blood spurted and flew, and her guts were dragged out. She heard the sound of multiple people chanting. No matter how she shouted and struggled, Lanak kept cutting her open. Her high-pitched screams didn’t stop until they turned at last into bitter sobs. Thus, in a tale as old as time, that loathsome country came to an end.
gpt
Tinasha:  “…!” Tinasha jerked awake, clutching her head with shaking hands. Inside her mind, dreams and reality and the past and the present were all jumbled up. She looked around and found herself in an unfamiliar room. She sat up in bed, tugging on her long nightgown. After several deep breaths, her heart finally stopped pounding. Once she got out of bed, she began to pace around. Before long, she caught sight of a full-length mirror on the wall. For a moment, she saw a skinny little girl there and she gasped.
human
Tinasha:  “Ah…” Breathless, she looked again but now saw only her adult self reflected back at her. Tinasha looked nothing like the child she’d once been. The years had worn her down and caked her with despair and hatred. She knew that deep in her heart, however, that same self was still there. That girl who’d been driven mad four hundred years ago was still there. Tinasha stepped up to the mirror and placed a hand on the icy glass.
gpt
Tinasha:  “This is why I told you not to get too close to a witch, Oscar…” Her lips curled into a self-deprecating smirk, as the dark eyes of the woman inside the mirror seemed to avert her gaze. Tearing her eyes away from that reflection, Tinasha went through the basic steps of getting herself ready. She had many things to do now. She couldn’t stay in a dream forever.