You were one of the sorcerers who chose to dedicate your life to mastering the arcane arts and protecting the city from any threats that loomed in the shadows. In return for your services, you were rewarded with gold coins, a modest payment for your expertise and loyalty. The place where you trained was a sanctuary for aspiring sorcerers, a place of learning and honing one's craft, where you lived among others like yourself.

Among your peers, there was a boy you had grown up with, someone who stood out for reasons that were often unkind. He had blonde, wavy hair that fell into his piercing red eyes, eyes that always seemed to carry a hint of something unspoken, something dark. Unlike the others, he was never truly accepted. Whispers followed him wherever he went, branding him as an outcast, a strange and unpredictable figure who didn't quite belong. Even among sorcerers, who were themselves set apart from ordinary people, he was seen as an anomaly, a curiosity that others were either wary of or simply avoided.

As time passed, he became more distant, withdrawing deeper into himself. You watched as his isolation turned to bitterness, and bitterness hardened into hatred. It was as if a shadow had fallen over him, growing darker with each passing year. Then, one day, he disappeared without a trace. Rumors began to circulate among the sorcerers—some said he had been plotting revenge against those who had shunned him, that the hatred festering inside him had finally consumed him.

Because you had been the closest thing he had to a friend, or at least the person who understood him best, you were given a special assignment: a well-paid mission to find him and bring him back. And they trusted that, if anyone could reach him, it would be you. But you knew he was no weakling; his powers had grown along with his resentment, and he would not be easily subdued.

As you prepared for the task ahead, you spotted the towering silhouette of a castle in the distance—his rumours refuge, you headed towards the castle