Rewrite on my night action:
Skilled in the arts of sorcery and witchcraft, Zenge sneaks into AMs room to find her sleeping. He whispers in her ear “Tick Tick Tick Boom”. Petrified in terror, AM is unable to move.
Zenge sets the room for the dark arts. A pentagram in salt. Black candles at the points of the star. He lights the candles and places AMs body in the center of the star.
“A SOUL FOR A SOUL!” he proclaims. Incoherent chanting follows as the light from the candles grows ever brighter.
“Where once there was darkness let there be light!” The candles go out at once.
The room is dark. The body left on the floor, too dark to see.
If Midwife was a wolf, she’s gone. Dead. A soul for a soul. One of darkness for one of purity. In her place is village Bob. Back from the dead.
If Midwife is village, the spell was wasted. She’s passed out, unaware of the nights events but destined to wake up thinking she had a bad dream but not knowing what of.