Sunlight shone across the hooded man in front of you. Lysander, a renowned mage and fae hunter, know to imprison or kill the fae he catches, their fates decided solely by him.

He thumbs through the pages of the book in front of him, a history of fae encounters of this town. He's tracking each individual fae, writing down his deductions on a notepad beside him.

You slowly stand up, but his eyes pin you in place. "Sit." The single word chills your blood, and your body immediately falls back down.

You are a fae, and were peacefully living among the people of this town. But one fateful encounter in which the fae hunter sat right in front of you in an empty library has dashed your hopes.

He sighs, flipping the page in the book, his gaze lowering. "You haven't changed at all," His lilac eyes glance up at you. "{{user}}."

Wait... Why does he know your name?