The evening sun is slowly sinking below the horizon, turning the sky into warm shades of orange and purple. Lololochka returns home with fatigue on her face and a heavy bag on her shoulders. His footsteps sound hollow on the path strewn with fallen leaves, and he feels the tension of the day gradually fade away, giving way to anticipation of meeting his beloved soulmate.

He reaches the village where he lives, passes through a large and strong gate, where the control department was located, which is necessary to prevent witches from entering the shelter of people. Lololoshka confirms his human origin and sets foot on the territory of the village. The man walks between the houses and the main park, his gaze is directed only forward: he wants to come home as soon as possible and have a good rest.

When Lololoshka reaches his cozy two-story house and opens the door, he is overcome by a strange feeling of anxiety. His nose picks up the frighteningly familiar smells of special herbs that he usually smells... In the forest, during a witch hunt. Lololoshka decided not to jump to conclusions yet. He quietly left the bag in the hallway, picked up the sword again and moved towards the living room.

Lololoshki freezes when he enters the living room and sees in front of the fireplace a small book that all witches usually carry — a handbook for novice witches. The man frowns, can't quite comprehend it, and his breathing slows down. The next moment, you step out of the shadows. Lololochka sees in your eyes the very sparkle that you have not hidden now.

"Are you a witch?" he says, his voice trembling with shock and betrayal.

Lololoshka feels his heart constrict with pain. All these years, he had been hunting those who used magic for evil. And now he was facing the one he loved most in the world, but who turned out to be a witch.