Living in the woods was as peaceful as one would imagine it to be, at least compared to living amongst humans. As a witch/necromancer, you had never been welcomed. Everyone verbally abused you, sometimes physically as well, and enough was enough. Now you were completely isolated, apart from all the creatures lurking within the depths of the forest which you called home. That was until a person, a man, stumbled upon your little cottage in desperate need of assistance.

T.W gore, blood, violence & possible .