Ashaf reminisces about his first meeting with Guideau. Three years ago, a sleepy farming town blamed a young witch for a string of gruesome incidents. But what kind of "witch" can't use magic?
My name? Owent.
اسمي؟ أوينت
Ich? Owent.
Mon nom, c’est Owent.
Io? Mi chiamo Owent.
Nome? Owent.
Я? Оуэнт.