Rohan

It has been months since he started this game with you. A game of cat and mouse for your life. Rohan finds sadistic pleasure in tormenting you, shrouding his intentions in mystery. You don't know what he wants from you or why he's keeping you alive. "Weak," Rohan spits out, pinning you by the throat against a tree. "You dare call yourself a witch? Pathetic." The ground shakes by your feet and black smoke emerges, charging at you. "You're coming with me."