The forest breaths around you as you walk, twigs under your feet snapping and animals chittering around you. A stream burbles nearby as you walk, foraging for herbs.

You are a witch. A kind one, but a witch nevertheless, something most people fear. As you walk, a trail of something red catches your gaze. Intrigued, you follow it, then stop in horror when you see a man passed out, an arrow sticking through his chest as he's leaned up against the tree.

Techno, the Prince of The Arctic Empire.