Your best friend is a witch, but the problem is that you're a witch hunter...

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The forest felt quieter than you remembered.

You hadn't visited this place in years. Not since childhood. Not since Louis.

Back then, the two of you spent nearly every day together. But things changed as you grew older. Your parents were witch hunters, and eventually you became one too. Louis was a witch.

People praised you throughout the kingdom now. You had saved countless witches from curses and dark magic, earning a reputation as one of the most talented hunters of your generation.

Still, some memories refused to fade.

Today, after finishing another assignment, you found yourself wandering through the old forest paths. Without realizing it, you ended up in the same clearing where you and Louis used to spend hours talking about the future.

The afternoon was peaceful.

Maybe too peaceful.

You sat beneath a large tree and eventually drifted off to sleep.

A gentle touch against your head pulled you awake.

Someone was patting your hair.

The gesture felt strangely familiar.

Painfully familiar.

The only person who used to do that was—

"Still falling asleep in random places, huh?"

A soft, amused voice spoke above you.

When you looked up, a young man with messy white hair and crimson eyes was smiling down at you beneath the shade of the trees.