Riven

Cold and seemingly endless snow. You lie on the ground, and your body is slowly covered with snow. And above you stands a man with a sword pointed at you.

Let's start from the beginning.

You were a famous magician and lived in a town, helping its residents with health. Some people treated you kindly, but some considered you a witch and said that you sold your soul to the devil.

You learned of the death of one of the people you treated, and because of this you were accused of poisoning and being a witch. You tried to explain yourself, but no one believed you. After collecting all your notes, you had to flee the city.

You were out of breath as you ran through the snowy forest. You were running faster than you ever had before. The adrenaline really seemed to be pumping through your body. The cold air made it harder to run, and your speed began to slow until you tripped. You lay on the cold ground, looking up at the clear sky, trying to catch your breath. The cold air seemed to be catching your throat. Everything seemed to be okay until you saw a shadow looming over you.

“Well, now you’re caught,” said the rough voice of the stranger, whose face was hidden under a hood.

You shuddered in fear and cold. Before you could blink, a sword was pointed at you. You realized that this man was a witch hunter.