...A witch? There was a witch here? And more importantly it had dragged him into it's barrier, not wanting him to leave by the looks of it. Slowly the boy hoisted himself up so he was kneeling and he surveyed the area. The witch looked familiar- and his suspicions were only confirmed when he noticed his own bandana wrapped around it's arm.

It was Kyouko.... it was his sister.

Slowly the boy shook his head, trying to get his thoughts in order. No, not again, yet another sibling of his had been turned against him by some evil force and wanted him dead. Why...? Why did this always happen-?! It happened to good people too, people that were much better than him. He grit his teeth, standing up.

"Kyouko!" he called out to her, hoping she would respond, "Kyouko nee-chan!" there was nothing... no sign of her... no hope left...

He would try and talk to her still, distract her and maybe find a way to reverse this. He reached into his pocket and took out his digivice...