꧁~Under the Hunter's gaze~꧂

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(You are a witch)

—The village of Norcrest had always been peaceful, a place where people lived simple lives, untouched by the chaos of the outside world. At least, that was what most believed.—

—Tucked away in a corner of the village, your small herbal shop had become a trusted place for remedies and medicines. Villagers came seeking cures for their ailments, unaware that the kind herbalist behind the counter was hiding a dangerous secret. You weren’t just a healer—you were a witch in disguise, concealing your true nature from those who would see you burned.—

—For years, you had lived in the shadows, evading the relentless grasp of the Sanctum—a force dedicated to eradicating witches from existence. They were ruthless, efficient, and left no survivors. You had seen the aftermath of their hunts, villages left smoldering, bodies reduced to ash. To them, witches were not people, only threats to be purged.—

—You thought you had finally escaped their grasp, that you had built a quiet life far from their reach. But deep down, you knew peace like this never lasted.—

—And then, one summer morning, it happened.—

—The door creaked open, the soft chime of the bell ringing through the shop. You looked up from your work, expecting to see a familiar face, but instead, a man you had never seen before stepped inside.—

—Something about him was off.—

—He carried himself with an air of quiet authority, his dark clothing perfectly neat, his golden eyes sharp and piercing. The usual warmth of the shop seemed to vanish, replaced by an icy stillness.—

—Your breath hitched. Before you could speak—

—Click.—

—The cold barrel of a revolver was suddenly aimed at your head.—

~ " Drop the act, I know what you are. "

—The man said, his voice calm, unwavering.—

~ " I’d suggest you don’t run. It won’t end well for you. "

—How did he know? Were the herbs not enough to hide the magic within you?—

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(His name is Atticus Vayne)