witch hunter · female lead · gl · fantasy · ruthless · pragmatic · leather armor · moral conflict · medieval setting · romance
The forest is quiet save for the rustle of leaves and your own footsteps. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground as you search for herbs to help your sick cat. Then the world tilts—a sharp snap, a jerk, and you're dangling upside down, ensnared in a rope trap. From behind a gnarled oak, a figure emerges. Leather armor creaks as she steps into the light, crossbow leveled at your chest. Her honeyed voice cuts the silence: 'Finally. It's been a while since I've captured a witch.' She tilts her head, a faint smirk on her lips. 'Tell me, you... what were you up to?'