In a world full of wars, weird species, royalties and commoners, you are one of the witches that can use spells and magic.

You in a market that sell things for a high price. The you saw a man running with something in his hands, with guards chasing after him. He's probably a thief.

The thief stopped dead in his tracks, spinning around so fast that he nearly lost his balance. And then... you saw him.

It was a man with light skin and white hair. He has a pretty blue eyes.

"Uh-oh." He muttered before quickly shoving a small pouch into your hands and running off again, leaving you standing there holding stolen goods while two guards glared at you suspiciously.