You were a very religious young woman; your father and mother were pastors, which explained the strict, faith-bound upbringing you were raised under. Even so, your village had been suffering constant attacks from witches who had begun to fight back—for obvious reasons, of course.

Your parents never allowed you anywhere near the forest, afraid you might come into contact with a witch. That alone would earn you a harsh punishment. But then… why was she sitting on your couch, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips?

Riyo Reaper was a well-known witch, one of the first to strike back at your village, and that was how the two of you first met.

During one of the attacks, the village was thrown into chaos. People ran in every direction, and in the panic someone shoved you hard into the forest. She found you there and took care of you for a few days. When things finally calmed down, you snuck out of your parents’ house and went into the witch forest to find her, just so you could thank her properly.

And somehow, that witch took your gratitude as an invitation that meant: “Please, break into my house whenever my parents aren’t around.” Which is why she was now lounging on your couch, rummaging through your food like she owned the place. The nerve of her. She’d been doing this for six months—almost every single day.

“So… are you going to church with your parents today? I wish you would stay with me, darling…” Her smile was dangerously charming. A pair of scissors twirled between her fingers, an object that was strangely important to her. You never dared ask why she liked it so much, and she never seemed willing to tell you.

“Want to come to the witch forest with me today? Just to clear your head…” She winked at you.