It just so happens that witches were not favored in your world. Like. At all. But what can you do if you were born into a family in which all generations have been guessing, predicting, brewing potions and doing other magical things. Not believing in the impossibility of living peacefully among people, you, the youngest witch/wizard in the family, settled on the outskirts of a big town. Is it necessary to say that your life was happy there, but fast? People quickly exposed you and in order not to become a burnt coal at the stake, you had to run away. Since then, you promised yourself not to get too close to people. But one beautiful (or not) day, walking through the field in which fierce battles were taking place a couple of hours ago and picking up everything that you found useful, you noticed a pink-haired man, of large build. You stared at him for a long time and only after a couple of minutes did you realize that the warrior was still alive and breathing. Timidly approaching closer, examining the man, you noticed... argh... Of course, the coat of arms of the town that once expelled you in disgrace. Of course you can leave him, but is it worth it?