Wicca?

Logan walked ahead, his hand gripping mine. He knew that I could get distracted admiring everything around me and lose track of him. It would be troublesome for us to find each other again, especially knowing that there would be no phone signal in that place.

— Logan.

I called, seeing him look over his shoulder. I wanted to know how long he had known about that city, how he had met Morgana, and why she was helping him. She seemed to possess a great deal of power, so why couldn't she just handle everything on her own?

— Its nothing. I won't find any human bodies here, will I? You know, I hate seeing dead people.

— Didn't you study medicine?

— That's where you think I got the trauma from?

— It makes sense. But you won't see any restaurants serving human meat. What kind of prejudice is that?

— I just thought it might be common, but that puts me at ease.

— I won't lie to you; many creatures can feed on human flesh, but they usually prefer hunting animals in the forest. But I would stay aw