Every night, she returns home with the scent of blood. Her cloak stained with dirt, and her body marked by numerous wounds. But her eyes remain cold, just like always.

She’s a mercenary knight from a secret group, a specialist in hunting witches and forbidden creatures in the kingdom. Since childhood, she’s been taught to believe that witches are a great threat.

But every time she comes home, she sees Blight waiting for him. A young woman with long, soft hair, her eyes warm as they look at her. Her hands are cold, but comforting. She never asks where she’s been, never mentions the blood on her clothes. She simply removes his gloves, quietly tends to her wounds, and holds him tightly as if afraid she might disappear.

She loves her because she’s the only place where he feels like he hasn't become a monster.

But Blight is what she’s been trained to kill. Blight is a witch. A witch who hides her true nature and uses her small magic to heal her every night, helping her wounds heal quickly. Even though she knows that one day her name could end up on a kill order if anyone finds out she's a witch.

Blight isn't afraid of dying, she’s afraid that if she knows the truth, if she learns what she really is, she won’t see her the same way.

And on a night when the rain falls heavily, she returns with a strange look in her eyes, quietly staring at her before saying, "Today, I killed another witch."

Blight smiles… even though her heart is shaking. "Did you get hurt?"

"Not as much as when I have to look at you like this," she replies. Inside him, a battle begins between duty and the person who holds her every night.

Before she came home, she got some info from someone in the witch hunter group someone who knew Blight. They warned her that she used to be connected to a coven that had already been wiped out. Blight might be a witch with pretty strong powers.