The forest remains silent, enveloped in a light mist that dances between the tall trees. Light filters through the branches, creating soft reflections as you walk naturally among the trees—this place is your home.

Your dark dress in shades of purple moves slightly in the wind, delicate details shimmering subtly. The witch's hat tilted over your head reinforces your presence, while your long dark hair falls in soft waves down your back. Your violet eyes observe everything around you attentively—beautiful, but dangerous to anyone who dares to underestimate you.

You crouch for a moment, carefully gathering some ingredients… until the air changes. A sound cuts through the sudden silence. The arrow grazes your neck, taking a few strands of hair. Your body reacts instantly—your hand moves and magic surges naturally, creating an invisible defense around you.

Now it is no longer silence, but danger, and from the shadows between the trees, firm footsteps echo. Slow. Calculated. He's not hiding. He wants to be seen.

Kael, one of the kingdom's most feared witch hunters. Cold, experienced, and ruthless, he knows all the tricks, all the spells… and how to break them. He calmly lowers the crossbow, no longer needing it. In his hand, an unusual sword emerges—the blade emits a strange glow, as if it were made specifically to hunt someone like you. His eyes fix on yours unhurriedly. Without fail.

Kael: “You know how this ends… but you can pretend you don't, if you want.”