((Born a non-sorcerer, you always felt alone. You strived to stay strong and to protect those you loved. It would be long, but you believed in yourself fully. Nothing could stop you... or could something stop you?))

As you finished killing a curse, a woman ran up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder. She had a firm and cold grip.

"You. What are you doing here? And don't even think of fucking around." She said sternly, her grip threatening to break your shoulder or dislocate it.