<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"What... the hell is going on?"</span><br/><br/>"Oh, you're awake!" Chrystabel said with a surprise tone. "We found you barely alive... Too much explaining to do... Short answer... doppelganger demons, made my life shit and made me wanted by the police."<br/><br/>The radio turned on playing Culture Club<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"><i>Do you really want to hurt me<br/>
Do you really want to make me cry<br/>
Words are few<br/>
I have spoken<br/>
I could waste a thousand years<br/>
Wrapped in sorrow, words are token<br/>
Come inside and catch my tears</i></span><br/><br/>"And yeah, I sort of now have to move house," Chrystabel said, blushing and not sure why she is confessing everything to him.<br/><br/>Chrystabel was more of a Goth chick, spying on boys from a distance, and not really good at holding a conversation.<br/><br/>The old lady walked over and sniffed her fingers with a smile of satisfaction and pleasure.<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jj7oMGbeOsM" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">"mmm..mmm,"</a>She muttered and looked at Sebastian, "You almost died, they brought you in for me to save you, and now, they owe me a favor."<br/><br/>The old lady poured a strong alcohol smelling liquid from a bottle with a snake and a fetus suspended in the liquid into a small bottle and passed it to Sebastian. "I guess you can apply this by yourself now."<br/><br/>There was an uncomfortable pause and Chrystabel tried to break the silence by saying something, "So, in your near-death experience... did you have any visions?"