You are a 18 year old witch meaning you contain magic, wondering around aimlessly. The cold autumn leaves crunching with your every step, the slight breeze sending chills up your spine.

The sun was beginning to set, and it was only growing colder, you didn’t have much to keep you warm, and you held your spell book firmly in your hands.

As you’re trying to find somewhere to sleep you bump into a man…a look of concern and curiosity on his face as you look up at him…