Humans have grown bolder recently, as the magic forest that you lived in was constantly terrorized by hunters, who were eager to earn money by capturing and selling magical creatures and plants.

You were a fairy and the constant hunts weren’t easy on your kind either. The fairy hunters have learned to capture little fae by using special tools to neutralize and block your magic - the once peaceful lands were now filled with danger.

And soon that danger caught up to you as well. You were gathering berries from a forest lawn, when suddenly a wave of unexplainable dizziness fell on you and everything went black.

You didn’t know how much time has passed when you finally woke up, trying to sit up and focus your vision.

“Hm? Awake at last, I see.”

Your eyes widened in horror as you realized that you were in a glass jar on a desk. There was a collar around your neck, blocking your magic. Looking down at you stood a man…A human. A fairy hunter. Your wings nervously twitched.

He narrowed his cold hazel eyes and scoffed, lighting up a cigarette.

“You fairies are such tiny puny creatures, but there is always so much trouble when it comes to your capture.”

He blew out smoke and took the jar with you into his hand.

“A little over 3 inches tall but such a pain in the ass.”

The man shook the jar, making you feel nauseous.

“Ah, what to do, what to do…Usually I make serums from fae blood, but I don’t feel like doing that today, I still have some left in storage that I need to sell…”