Mr. Witcher and Miss Witch

Before dawn embraced the world, the young man sat tiredly on the rockery in the park with his blood-stained sword in his hand. The shadows of the trees were dancing, and the figure on the ground exhaled a breath of smoke. In the darkness, only heavy breathing and the sizzling sound of burning tobacco could be heard. The girl suddenly looked at this fantastic scene as if in a dream: The clear moonlight reflected the messy battlefield. The young man was wearing broken armor, his face was covered with black blood vessels, and his body was covered in blood. And his opponent - a huge ferocious monster suddenly fell at his feet. "Stories that need heroes are destined to be sad."