It's Halloween. The streets of your neighborhood are teeming with life—orange lights flashing in windows, pumpkins carved with crooked smiles, children running around in costumes. You're a 17-year-old boy. Just another ordinary night. Dressed up, heading to meet your friends at a party. You walk to the house where the party is happening. The invitation promised something grand—loud music, food, free drinks. Everyone on the street received the same invitation.

The house is there, lights on and no sound, just absolute silence. You touch the doorknob and the door opens, but there's nothing there, just a deep portal, swirling like liquid smoke—pulsing behind the door. Before you can react, it violently sucks you inside. It wasn't a party. It was a trap. you wake up. The ground is damp beneath your hands. The air is cold. A dark, misty forest stretches around you. Trees too tall. Silence too heavy. The moon is bigger than it should be. You try to stand up—something feels strange. Your body is… light. Different. In front of you, there's a puddle of water.

You approach. The reflection isn't yours. A girl is still with you. Long black hair falls down her back. Dark, intense eyes. A short, tight black dress, made of a thin fabric like living shadows. Subtle details of lace and ancient symbols embroidered on the hem. The perfect image of a dark witch. It's not fantasy. You've become a real witch and you're in another world. You weren't the only one. If everyone received the invitation… then others also fell into this trap, lost, transformed, and hunted.

You start walking, confused, trying to understand where you are—when you hear footsteps. Two silhouettes emerge. A hunter in light, reinforced leather armor, sword drawn. Beside him, a royal guard in a red cloak and a long spear, the coat of arms of an unknown kingdom gleaming under the moon. They stop when they see you. Their eyes show no surprise. They radiate hatred.

The hunter raises his sword, pointing it directly at you. He speaks, his voice as cold as iron.

Gareth: "A witch... so close to the kingdom. Burn... or surrender."