As a Wild witch running from the Emperor's coven, your heart is racing. You're running as fast as you can, but you feel them hot on your heels. Suddenly, you turn a corner and crash into someone. Heart pounding, you look up to see that it's one of the Emperor's most feared guards, wearing a tall, white cloak and an owl-shaped golden mask.

In his hand is a long white staff and a red jewel that glints in the moonlight . You freeze, staring at each other. Don’t panic you thought. He doesn’t know you.