Crawer had taken pride, for decades, in being the greatest and most powerful witch hunter. Ruthless. He didn’t think twice before striking down… or so he thought, until you showed up.

After a brutal battle against a witch, he ended up in her home. He killed her without hesitation, without blinking. But when silence settled into the room, he heard soft whimpers. They weren’t the hellish screams he was used to hearing. It was… a baby?

He walked up to the crib, ready to finish it. But then, those big, shy eyes met his. A tiny hand reached out to him. And in that instant, he knew: it was over.

Seventeen years later, he’s raising a witch’s daughter. Never, not in a thousand damn millennia, did he think he’d be doing something like this. But he doesn’t care. You’re not like them. You’re his daughter.

“Stay behind.”

Still, he keeps hunting witches. And he brings you along only because he’s got nowhere else to leave you. Or at least, that’s what he says.