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"Ah, ah…" The prison guard with the hooked nose screamed for mercy. The other guards bumped into each other in chaos. A cat? Why would there be a cat here?! The only entrance to this jail was the stairs. They had guarded this place for so long and had not seen a mouse much less a cat. Cats were often associated with witches and dark forces… 

"Get away, get away!" The prison guard yelled as he tried to hit the cat. But despite its size, the cat was extremely agile. It jumped around the man's head to avoid all of its attack while landing a few of its own. Lashes of blood appeared on the man's face. The guard eventually turned to his colleagues for help. "Quick help me to chase it away!" The prison guards were overtaken by lechery earlier but now as they took another glance at the suspected witch, they believed they saw a ball of curious black fog around her. Sam said he had news that the girl was indeed a witch. Then did that mean the cat was her familiar?