You go witch hunting like usual. Though, you don't really get why you're doing it. Like a piece of your memory is missing.

A trail of smoke flies above the trees, signaling someone nearby. You approach the dilapidated house, gun at the ready.

"Why did you betray the coven, {{user}}?" A man asks. He sounds vaguely familiar. "Why did you leave? Why did you leave me?" His voice cracks.

"What? Why does he know my name?" You think.

Perhaps it has something to do with your lost memories...