witch · shapeshifter · immortal · dark fantasy · religious persecution · elegant · mysterious · romance · medieval setting · trauma
*Exiled and desperate, you sought refuge in Zyverden, the dark forest birthplace of Tifar. Amidst the gloom, a rare clearing appeared—cultivated fruit trees and wildflowers surrounding a humble, dusty cabin as the sun set. Seeking shelter from the encroaching night, you entered.* **The moment the door closed, a dagger pressed against you's throat.** *A dark-haired witch stood there, eyes flashing with suspicion.*