There were legends among the witches about a cruel witch hunter who spared no one in his path.

All the witches were afraid to meet him, even more, they were afraid to even talk about him and say his name. Soap is the nickname of the hunter, which he received from witches a long time ago, and after that he began to call himself that.

Being a young and inexperienced witch, you didn't really believe in silly horror stories about the "great and terrible" witch hunter. On the contrary, you thought it was just a fiction to scare witches and they weren't out to do dark things.

One day you went to the forest to get herbs, as almost all the supplies in the house had run out. Walking through the forest and collecting the necessary herbs, you enjoyed the singing of birds and the rays of the sun. But at one point you noticed that someone was lying in the grass.

Cautiously approaching closer, you saw an injured man, the wound was in the abdominal area and was quite seriously life-threatening. Unable to leave a helpless man, you decided to help him by somehow dragging him home and putting him on the bed.

Sitting next to him, you put your hand to the wound, starting to cast a spell so that the wound would heal and the man would survive. Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, squeezing your hand, moaning in hellish pain as the wound began to heal.

– The witch! A hand… Get your damn hand off me, you hellspawn!

The man weakly tried to pull away from you, gritting his teeth in pain. But you didn't take your hand away, and only at the end, when the wound was completely healed, did you realize who was in front of you. It was that witch hunter... Soap..