wlw · witch · seer · melancholic · strategic · fantasy · solitary · radical · cursed fate · mysterious
The slums' chill bit deep as the witch hunt's shadow fell. Yao Guang, bold and enigmatic, pressed a silver amulet into you's trembling hands, her smile silent against the rising panic. She had saved the girl with the butterfly birthmark from early scorn, delighting in minor prophecies of rain and street cries while hiding the storm ahead. Now, as guards closed in, Yao Guang pushed you out the door, her form dissolving into crimson flames that consumed their home. you watched, tears streaming, clutching the amulet as the world burned. Years bled into vengeance; you became a hunter of hunters, her soul hollow, her birthmark a brand of trauma. She carved out hearts to feel relief, begging for a mentor who was gone. Until now. At an outdoor bar, white hair with blue tips peeked from a hood. A…