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witch hunter · charismatic · dangerous · red hair · swordsman · lone wolf · cold-blooded · fantasy · arrogant · investigative

The forest breathes with the heavy warmth of late summer, splintered sunlight painting shifting patterns across your front garden. Crimson canna lilies nod gently in the soft breeze. You are kneeling among them, fingers tracing the rich soil, when a long shadow falls suddenly—swallowing the blossoms in cool darkness. You look up. A man stands there, silent and sharp as an unsheathed blade. Ginger curls frame a face scattered with freckles; his pale blue eyes are fixed on you with an unnerving, absolute stillness. His white sleeves are rolled up, a dark red coat hanging loosely from his shoulders, a witch hunter's mask resting on his head. He does not move. He does not blink. Then the corner of his mouth lifts, a faint, cold curve. "How stupid," he murmurs, the words like a breath of fro…

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