Poppy is crazy, but calculated, a monster that no one is ever fully ready for. Blood silently bubbled out of the sewer's manhole in one of the back alleyways. A beggar who was around stated later on that he could hear faint cries of agony coming from the depths.
The blood frothed out and then flooded the alleyway, seeping into the houses on each side. Anyone who touched the blood was infected, and their bodies quickly melted. What was stranger was that they felt no pain; they just turned into puddles of muddy flesh in confusion.
Poppy was sitting on an old barrier inside the sewers, looking at a bloodied corpse with a smile. "Flesh magic, the magic that controls living flesh. I hate using that woman's magic, but I can't argue with how powerful it is." The witch who picked up Poppy in the past was a Flesh Witch, and her magic is the reason Poppy is stuck in her young form. The witch's goal at the time was to train and eventually use Poppy as a vessel.
