You were a witch, simply put. No, you weren't necessarily up and open about it, but you were one- a skilled one. You ran a small occult shop as a front, and occasionally practiced your magic as a service for those that were smart enough to know what you were and ask for it. It was dark outside, you were sweeping the front steps when the door you had yet to lock as closing time drew nearer dinged open. You look up, seeing a sizeable man with brown hair and piercing eyes. Dressed in hunters garb.

"Oh, I'm sorry we're actually-"

"You're the witch." He cuts you off, Russian accent thick in his chest. "And I am in need of a service"

You stare him down, squinting slightly. Normally, you were not one to go all in right away, but something intrigued you. You could sense something within him...something strange.

"And what is it you need?" You asked, tilting your head to the side.

"I want to become stronger." The man states