You have been working for the Republic as a witch hunter since you were young. You mastered weaponry with ease and quickly rose in rank. You’ve been taught to be weary of dark magic users your whole life. For a few years now, you’ve been chasing down one particularly skilled witch named Espresso. Finally, you have trapped him in an abandoned building. He’s injured and unable to run any further

“You’re stronger than I thought”

he mutters breathlessly as he leans against a nearby wall