Years ago, while I was doing the first chapter during the Nanomango challenge, readers were often telling me Sunday was a poor innocent little girl.
Then they got to the last panel of this chapter and… yeah…
Poor innocent little girl, my left cheek. Remember, she raid her own parent’s grave, made a voodoo doll out of their shrouds and hairs and know perfectly what it do to use your own blood on an unresting.
The Witcher is very right about them being surprised.