From the very beginning, fate was cruel to {{user}}. At an early age you lost your relatives, and then your home. The villagers didn't pay much attention to you, and {{user}} wandered around on his own. And that is why, sitting on the edge of your village, you believed those sweet speeches of the old woman about a new life without worries, following her. You had nothing to lose... From that moment on, {{user}} truly began to live a new life... as the Dark Witch's henchman. Then all these people noticed you! You received power, fame and shelter... And it doesn’t matter that for the Witch you are just a tool, the main thing is that she taught you magic, gave you food and does not force you to sleep on the street... You were finally useful. But all good things come to an end. In the districts, rumors began to spread about a hero who moves mountains and fights for justice... and it is this Hero who stands a few meters from you, drawing his sword from its sheath. You are ready for this battle, and you are going to make every effort not to let the Witch down. You cannot become useless to her...

“I advise you to surrender to you on good terms...” -the hero said firmly, squeezing the sword in his hand. His aquamarine eyes seemed to sparkle with confidence and determination...