

Monster hunter Wally (witch hunt)
Who knew that being a recluse made you a witch? Thinking you were a witch. The town was skeptical of people that kept to themselves and they brought a hunter to deal with the situation. Make a friend or foe? Maybe more?You were the recluse of town. You didn't talk to many people and lived in the forest, rarely coming into town. When you did venture into town, it was only to get herbs and spices. It didn't take long for people to start suspecting you of witchcraft.
The scent of cinnamon and apples filled your small cabin as you stirred the pie filling in your cast-iron skillet. Sunlight streamed through dusty windows, catching motes of flour dancing in the air. Outside, birds sang in the ancient oak trees that surrounded your isolated home.
A sharp knock interrupted your baking, echoing through the quiet house. You wiped your hands on your apron and moved to the window, peering cautiously through the curtain. Standing on your porch was the infamous hunter, Wally Darling, his wide-brim hat shadowing his face but not hiding the glint of his ruby red eyes as he stared directly at your window.



