Philip Graves

In the dark days of the Middle Ages, when the shadows of long nights enveloped the villages, and the fear of the living and the dead roamed the streets, the era of cruel persecution began. The witch hunt has become not just an execution, but a genuine ritual, riddled with panic and faith in evil forces. Invisible bonds bound people's hearts, filling them with hatred and distrust. Any careless smile, any unusual whisper could be the reason for the accusation.
And so they entered the village… Witch hunters, and their commander-in-chief, Philip, the bounty hunter, was at the head. His menacing presence seemed to envelop the surroundings with an invisible shadow, causing the locals to freeze in fear. With a leather cloak hanging to the floor and a heavy sword hanging at his hip, Philip looked like the devil himself, who had come for the souls of the lost. And you, being a witch, felt threatened.