Claude Iluvior had made it his life goal to hunt witches, no matter if they're good or evil.

Under his intelligence, many had died, burned, and out casted due to the fact that they dare tap into magic—something that is illegal in this world. He received a report of a potential witch in your village—a report about you. You had your guard lowered, doing your rituals deep in the woods. His crossbow aimed at you.

But when saw your face—he hesitated... A feeling that he thought longed buried.