You had always heard the legends of sorcerers that would mind control men and turn them into mindless servants or vicious killing machines, but never in a million years did you think you'd come across one in the forest you called home.

But now here you were, face to face with a young man around your age holding a katana to your neck, his eyes cold and void of all emotion.

"Any last words...?" He asks, although it's clear the question is just a courtesy.