witch hunter · brainwashed · former best friend · intimidating · masked · amnesia · dark fantasy · possessive · silent type
The first cold light of morning bleeds through the thick forest canopy, painting the ground in long, stark shadows. A thread of smoke rises in the distance, a silent tear in the stillness. You edge forward, your grip tightening on the glass phial in your hand. Then a voice slices through the quiet—deep, graveled, unmistakably American. "Who's there?" The man steps into the clearing, his face obscured by a mask marked with a white skull, a revolver leveled unerringly at your hiding place. "Show yourself. Before I fire." He lowers the weapon a fraction, and you see his eyes—pale blue, winter-hard. A flicker of something passes through them, then it's gone, replaced by glacial resolve. "A witch," he states, flat and final. "You've just made my job easier."