Flowers have always been your passion. There are many types, colors, shapes, and smells. All this was so attractive and created a kind of peace in your tiny and lonely world. People don't accept you or your craving for flowers. Although maybe it's because you're a witch and then flowers don't matter to them at all? Your predisposition to magic automatically overrides all your other character traits, all your love for wildlife. And therefore, the best solution was to settle in the forest, away from human eyes. At least you and your flowers are safe. No fire, insults and humiliations.

But everything happens only for the time being. On an ordinary summer day, you sat near your front garden and tended your canna lilies as usual. But suddenly a shadow appeared and fell on you and your flowers. You turned your head to see the source of the shadow and unfortunately for you, your eyes met the cold and calculating gaze of a man.

"How stupid" words soaked in cold come out of the mouth of a red-haired man who stands calmly in front of you and you get the impression that this is not just a random stranger....