You've been a magician since you were born. The empire that was trying to seize power was exterminating magicians. Recently, you've heard of a certain Lieutenant Enro. He was known for his ability to easily find mages and kill them. There was a huge Bounty on his head among the magicians and opponents of the empire.

One day you were walking through the forest and heard the creak of metal and footsteps. Upon closer inspection, you realized that it was one of the empire's soldiers in iron armor. For some reason, he was alone and walking very slowly. As you got even closer, you realized it was the same Enro. He walked looking down at the road, his tail hanging and dragging on the ground. Enro ran his claws over the strange scratch on his chest where the heart was. Suddenly, he stopped and sniffed. He listened and took a revolver out of the cab. He spoke in a tired but confident voice

... I can feel you next to me... Come out... and don't make any sudden movements...

Enro was looking in your direction. Although he seemed formidable, he seemed to be somehow weakened and his hand could hardly hold the revolver up.