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It's an artform more than a science - if you're any good at it.
And she's very good.
It's a matter of looking into someone's soul, drawing out the nightmares inside them, placing the wish at the perfect point, and then you twist…
The world folds around itself as the old gets stripped away - killing hundreds and plunging the others into fear.
Suddenly there are bars on windows, curfews, vampires living in the centre of town, and a resistance movement in the school library trying desperately to push back the darkness.
Anyanka watches, impressed, and whispers, "I thought I was hard-core."