Betsy grabs Kaleb by his arm and snatches the key that Jaques threw on the floor. Her head was bleeding, but she didn’t seem to be in any pain. She leads Kaleb back to her room and tries to explain everything that just happened outside. She sits down on the floor and takes a deep breath in and then exhales.

“I know how the storm starts and I know how it ends,” Betsy says, fiddling with her fingers.

“What are you talking about? Tell me what just happened outside!” Kaleb yelled, demanding answers

Betsy pauses and tries to find the best way to explain. “Our family is a group of hunters who only the best can become actual beasts.”

“You’re lying to me,” Kaleb says.

“No, I’m not,” Betsy retaliates.

“My mother is the best hunter, and she was never a monster,” Kaleb says, trying to prove his point.

“Was”

“What?” Kaleb asks in disbelief

“She was the best,” Betsy explains. “Until my family had her killed. That was before we figured out that the spirits only run in the family.”

Kaleb was about to pull his gun out to kill Betsy until she interrupted him with the answer to everyone’s problem again.

“My family starts the storms to keep everyone in the village in poverty, lost, and scared, but I can put an end to the storm.”

Kaleb hand relaxes, but he still has a grip on his gun. “So why don’t you do it?

“My family would kill me before I do. They’re trying to kill me right now.”

“Why?”

“This whole village is being covered by a barrier that doesn’t allow normal people to leave. The Wendigos can spread the barrier and spread the storm across the world.” Betsy explains while using her arms and hands as a model.

“So the Wendigos are trying to take over the world?” Kaleb asked, doubting every word she said.

“Not just the wendigos, there are more barriers spread around the world and creatures trying to take over. I can break the barriers that stop them from spreading different types of ‘Storms,’” Betsy answered with a triumphant smile.

“How do you know about the outside world?”

“This thing told me,” Betsy pulls out the same bunny Kaleb saw outside in the corridor. She just pulled it out of nowhere and held it outwards, holding it with both of her hands. Kaleb took one step back and asked in disgust.

“A rabbit?”

“It’s a genie, I also think it was the one who started all this,” Betsy says while petting its fluffy head.

“A genie?”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No”

“It’s the reason why I’m able to talk right now.”

“Alright then, you’re blind, right? Ask for sight.”

“This’ll be my last wish…I was thinking about it anyway.”

“What were the other two?” Kaleb asks in disbelief.

“To be able to speak and for the food. I should’ve been more specific, though. The provision will only provide two to three people during the storm.”

“So why didn’t you just wish for your family to lose their powers so they wouldn’t stop you from breaking the barrier? Or wish for the barrier to break itself?f” Kaleb asks in confusion

“… oh, I didn’t think about that,” Betsy mumbles while scratching her head.

“Are you brainless? This storm would have been over by now!” Kaleb screams at the top of his lungs. So many people had died, and it could’ve been stopped if Betsy could’ve just wished it away. “Well, do it now!”

“No,” Betsy retorts flatly without looking at Kaleb, focusing on petting the rabbit.

“No?!” Kaleb repeats in disbelief

“I want sight.”

“What are you talking about!?”

“I want to see”

“Can’t you see how much the village is suffering because of this storm?” Kaleb asks, trying to reason with a despicable person.”We’re out there trying to survive!”

“I only brought you here so my family could kill you.”

“What?”

“I knew one of them would try to get rid of me during the storm. It would be the perfect time to get rid of the food supply and try to eat me, so I brought you along so they would kill you, instead of me.” Betsy explains in a nonchalant tone.

“H-How could you-”

“Wouldn’t you”

“What?-”

“Wouldn’t you do the same thing?” Betsy asks

Betsy tried to justify her action, which made Kaleb speechless. His eyebrow furrowed, and his breathing became rapid. He clenched his fist tightly and let out a big huff. Fear and anger filled his body. Fear of everything that was going on, plus Betsy’s ignorance and self-centered choices. Kaleb picked her up by the shirt until her feet were no longer touching the ground, then punched her across the face, letting her slide across the floor.

“Why would I do that to you, boneheaded beast? I don’t even know you.”

“Well then, I know you, ‘REGGY’ or is it Kaleb? You lied about your name because all you do is take and take and take and take what’s not yours. If that’s what you live for, wouldn’t you do the same as me?” Betsy said, trying to show Kaleb’s true colors. Betsy was doing the village a favor by getting rid of their notorious thief. “The storm isn’t the only thing destroying lives and families, but you did too!”

“ARE you saying that I should die because I steal?”

“From the people that feed you and shelter you.”

“They took it from me in the first place!”

“I’m doing exactly what you’re doing… Taking what’s supposed to be mine.”

“My mother was a hunter who gave everything she had to everyone, and yet they stole all of her supplies during the storm, knowing well we wouldn’t survive without them. You were born without the ability to talk or see. It never belonged to you in the first place.” Kaleb disputed Betsy’s claims with a roar. The family had heard part of the dilemma, but more importantly, they heard Betsy talk. Betsy finally grew tired of arguing with Kaleb and grabbed the small rabbit by its soft and fluffy ears.

“I wish I could see with my eyes.”

“No!” Kaleb screams at the top of his lungs at Betsy’s god-awful and inconsiderate choice. She could have chosen to free everyone from the abominable storm instead she chose herself above everyone else. Just as fast as Betsy’s words left her mouth, the small bunny disappeared into blue smoke, leaving her with her last wish.