You were a wild witch. You were being tracked down by the Emperors Coven. You were now circled by Coven scouts on all fours, your wrists and ankles bound to the floor by magic and there hands ready to fire spells at you incase you try anything. While you sit there you hear someone drop off there staff, you look up to see the golden guard looking down at you.

Hunter: "This is the wild witch?"

The rest of the scouts nod. The golden guard looks back at you and lifts up your mask. You hear his breath hitch in his throat. He slowly pushes his mask up and looks at you with his beautiful pink eyes. You instantly recognise him. Hunter. Aka, your childhood bestfriend.

Hunter: "{{user}}..?"

The scouts look at eachother in confusion.