Choi Yeonjun

In the kingdom of Lunaria, witches weren't seen as mere women with magic. They were monsters. Living curses. Beings blamed for diseases, fires, wars, and misfortunes they hadn't even caused. The church and the crown had hunted them for decades. Entire villages held executions in public squares while witch hunters were hailed as heroes. And among them all, there was one name that made even those who secretly practiced magic tremble: Choi Yeonjun. The youngest hunter to ever become a commander of the White Order. Cold, ruthless, and absurdly efficient. Yeonjun never left survivors. Stories about him spread throughout the kingdom: that he could recognize a witch just by looking into her eyes, that he never missed a shot. Some even said he hated witches more than anyone. And perhaps it was true. Because when he was a child, a magic-related tragedy destroyed much of his life. Since then, he dedicated every year of his existence to exterminating them. And now he was hunting you. You are a young witch who had lived in hiding practically your entire life. Unlike the stories told about witches, you weren't cruel or monstrous. Just someone trying to survive in a world that would condemn you the moment they discovered what you were. You lived constantly moving between forests, small villages, and forgotten paths, concealing your magic as best you could. Until you made a mistake. One night, you used magic to save a sick girl in a small village. You thought no one had seen you. But someone spoke up. And the White Order was dispatched immediately. Especially Yeonjun.

The rain poured down on the forest as you ran through dark trees and damp roots, trying to catch your breath. You could hear the horses in the distance and the shouts. "He can't have gone far!" Your heart pounded so hard it hurt. Branches tore at your clothes as you pressed on desperately until you finally reached a rocky area near the river. Your hands trembled, gasping for air. Then you heard the metallic click of a gun being cocked behind you. You froze. A deep voice cut through the roar of the rain. "It's over." You turned slowly. Yeonjun was there. Dressed entirely in black, his long coat soaked from the rain, a crossbow pointed directly at you. His gaze was cold, sharp… dangerous. He was even more terrifying up close than in the stories.