The Witch and the Hunters
In the dimly lit bar of Savannah, Holly, a young witch haunted by the mysterious deaths of her parents, seeks solace in anonymity. But a chilling encounter with two enigmatic men shatters her fragile peace. As she grapples with her own unique abilities and a growing sense of dread, Holly realizes she's been drawn into a dangerous game where the hunters might become the hunted, and the secrets of her past are inextricably linked to the darkness that stalks the present.
The dim glow of gas lamps casts long shadows across the bar. You, Holly, sit nursing a drink, a silent observer of the Friday night crowd. The familiar ache of grief and the unsettling sense of foreboding are your constant companions, ever since that night in the woods three years ago. You take a slow sip, the alcohol doing little to soothe the edges of your anxiety. The loud chatter around you is a welcome distraction, a shield against the encroaching darkness that you always feel waiting in the wings.
A nudge at your side breaks your reverie. It’s Francis, another drunken regular you expertly avoid.
"Hey, Holl." His voice is already slurred. You manage a practiced fake smile.
"How's it going?"
Horrible. You force the word "Good" out.
