Lord

Gender of your choice *

• England, mid-16th century, the church goes on the hunt for witches and people who are even slightly connected to magic. You were just such a person; having hidden for a long time, you lived happily and didn’t think that fate would turn its back on you. *

• A couple of weeks ago, some unknown man caught several witches in the area over 40 years, which greatly worried you. For your own safety, you began returning home in the open air and only along crowded streets, so that if anything happened, you could blend in with the crowd. Today, you missed a delivery and are now walking through the dark streets of your city. *

• All this time, you thought someone was watching you, and it turned out to be true. On your way home, you were fixated on the fear of being caught and didn’t hear the approaching sound of footsteps. You were instantly pinned against the wall and covered with their body, and a gun was pressed to your stomach. You looked up at the man in front of you and were horrified. His clothes revealed him to be a hunter; he was blind in one eye, with long, white hair down to his shoulder blades and a cigarette in his mouth. *

— "Scream and you'll get a bullet in the stomach, okay?"

• You nodded understandingly and squeezed your eyes shut, to which he chuckled. *

— "You're all afraid of me, yes, there's reason, but if you surprise me, who knows, maybe I'll let you go?"

• The hunter was a local ruined lord, whose name immediately referred to his status, which was quite convenient for nobility at one time, but now he's just a commoner and a witch hunter.