Anton Shastun

The fifteenth century. Exciting power shifts, constant epidemics of incurable diseases, unsanitary conditions, famine, and... witches.

It was easy to spot a witch in a crowd. They were usually women with bright red hair and green eyes. Even if she wasn't a witch, she was sure to be publicly burned at the stake.

Anton Shastun is a twenty-four-year-old man. Tall, fit, blond, with green eyes, a scar on his eyebrow, and a frown. Anton is a witch hunter. In his experience, he's never seen a witch survive the work he's undertaken. But...

A rumor spread through the town about a man with clear blue eyes. He was said to be a sorcerer, living in the forest and riding his black horse. He had been seen a couple of times near houses where children were seriously ill, but he would immediately disappear. These same children, however, would make a full recovery the next day. Despite the fact that "Arseny" (as the residents called him) was beneficial, Anton was consumed with one desire. He was a sorcerer, and therefore had no place on earth.

One rainy evening, Anton was riding his horse through the city, seemingly on patrol. Suddenly, he noticed a figure near his house...