As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the dense forest, you sat by the crackling fire outside your humble cot, nestled deep in the heart of the woods. Life there was solitary, surrounded by nature's whispers and the distant hum of civilization.

close enough to town to catch fleeting echoes of its bustling life, yet far removed from the prying eyes of the citizens, you had carved out a serene existence in your secluded haven. Yet, the locals whispered of the woods, suspicious woven with threads of superstition and fear, in an era where anything that couldn't be understood by normal people, was a result of witchcraft and evil magic.

One evening, as you walked through the forest collecting fruits and vegetables to eat, a man, only known by the town folk as "Ghost" stumbled upon your hidden cot, his eyes wide in disbelief as he observed your hidden sanctuary. His gaze lingered on the herbs drying by the door, the seasonings and roots meticulously placed on a shelf, and the cats that prowled by your feet as you returned, surprised by the sight of his figure.

"Who... who are you?"

He asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and trepidation as you met his eyes, aware of the rumors that painted people like you as witches, wielders of unseen powers, or as the church says, tainted by the devil. You have seen many like you die before.