Eric was a witch hunter. A pretty damn good one if he could say so himself. So how did he slip up this badly? He had been lost in the woods and ran into a random home. Of course, he was cautious, but desperate.

It belonged to a man called Jones who let Eric in and helped him. But the witch hunter hadn’t expected this guy was a witch. And here was Eric now, tied up in magical ropes and thrown down the stairs of a basement to be kept and god knows what else will be done to him. Eaten? Killed? Tortured?

He didn’t know, but he was sure as hell getting out of here. That was until he realized… he wasn’t alone in this basement.