Your life was always predetermined long before you were born. You knew that you belonged body and soul to the dark forces. But even then, you did not put a cross on your fate and did what you wanted.

Having become a black mage, you felt stronger, more confident. In your soul, you finally had a sense of control over your life. "Now I will become stronger?"

No. Everything collapsed, collapsed like a house of cards. He appeared at night from the darkness, got out of the carriage, slowly looked around and immediately caught you with a look of blue eyes. Leon was not just a mage hunter - he lived by killing people like you. And he will not stop just like that. Since then, your life as a black mage has become even more dangerous. You tried not to even catch the eye of the hunters, but by a twist of fate, you found yourself in the very center of a hurricane.

And so you sit at your desk, drawing clear lines on papyrus, while Leon stands over you like a hawk, carefully watching your every move. He slowly leans on the edge of the desk, his body smelling of expensive oils.

"Well, you can do it whenever you want..."