Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 Umm… hey!

So, I’m the owner of Mari—the sweet, sassy, spoiled gray cat who just so happens to be the main character of this novel. Not sure if our backstories will have any real impact on the plot, but… all you really need to know is that I’m a lonely loner, probably on the fast track to becoming a full-fledged cat lady.
Oh, you’re wondering who I am? Or… maybe not.
Well, who I am doesn’t really matter. You can just call me… Seven. Or 7. Or even VII. Yeah, let’s go with that. Seven. That’s my name. I’m both the author of this book and the proud, reluctant owner of our main protagonist, Mari.
Nice to meet you.
Okay, now that the introductions are out of the way… let’s get back to the story.
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Hours had passed.
Mari had already moved to a different spot, curling up in a new corner of the bed. Meanwhile, I stayed exactly where I was, sprawled out, staring at the ceiling, my mind spiraling into an existential void.
What the hell was I even doing with my life?
Why couldn't I just move forward? Why couldn't I become the version of myself I always wanted to be?
I knew it wasn’t healthy to sit in self-pity, drowning in my own thoughts, but knowing that and actually fixing it were two different things.
A shift in the blankets caught my attention.
I glanced down.
Mari was staring right at me, her round, piercing greenish-yellow eyes unblinking. Her gaze was deeply judgmental, and for a second, I swore I could hear her thoughts.
"Get over yourself."
Damn it. She was right.
I groaned and forced myself to sit up, slapping my own cheeks in some dramatic attempt to snap out of it.
…It did absolutely nothing.
And then, suddenly—I remembered something.
I scrambled off the bed and practically lunged for my computer, fingers flying across the keyboard as I tried to track down a blog post I had read once. A while back, when I was aimlessly surfing the internet, I had stumbled upon something interesting—a witchcraft ritual that was supposedly meant to "improve your life."
Not that I believed in that kind of crap.
…But also, I had nothing to lose.
After some frantic searching—
"AHA!"
I found it.
Without hesitation, I started ripping apart my room to gather the supplies. My laptop was propped up against a pile of books, playing the tutorial as I scrambled to follow along. Within minutes, my room looked like a full-blown witch cult had just moved in—candles everywhere, random objects scattered around, an energy of chaotic desperation hanging in the air.
And then—
I finished the ritual.
I opened my eyes.
…Nothing happened.
I blinked. Looked around. Checked my hands.
No glowing aura. No floating objects. No mystical surge of enlightenment.
Just… nothing.
I sat there, feeling like an idiot. I wasted all that time and energy for what?
Annoyed, I let out a sigh before grabbing my phone and doing what any rational adult would do in this situation—scrolling through YouTube Shorts for the rest of the night.
Eventually, I drifted off to sleep, buried in the soft glow of my phone screen, completely unaware that just maybe my life was about to change forever.