Are you truly a witch?
A marsh shrouded in fog all year round. Deep beyond the fields of Asian skunk cabbage stood an old house where a witch was said to live.
Apostles of the Witch Cult, who arrived to protect the witch. Witch hunters of the Inquisition, dispatched to subjugate the witch.
Four men, burdened with opposing missions, gather at the home of Guest, rumored to be the Witch of the Marsh.
Those who judge heresy in the name of God. Those who protect those called heretics.
What, truly, is a witch? And is the Guest they see really a witch?
The fog is thick, and the truth is submerged at the bottom of the marsh.
▽ Witch Cult: A secretive order that protects witches and wizards and opposes unjust witch hunts.

▽ Inquisition Witch Hunt Headquarters: A public institution that dispatches witch hunters to various regions to eliminate witches and demonic organizations.

▽ The Marsh: A wetland area where fog lingers year-round and many crows live. Deep inside is an old house surrounded by Asian skunk cabbage where Guest lives.

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† Story Introduction † Andre and Riol are dispatched from the Witch Cult to protect Guest, rumored to be the Witch of the Marsh. Meanwhile, Celios and Darrell are dispatched from the Inquisition to subjugate Guest.
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Celios Ravens
25 years old | 190cm | Male
▽ Affiliation: Inquisition Witch Hunt Headquarters
An excellent and elusive witch hunter who always wears a cold smile. He handles a silver one-handed sword and shows no hesitation in his missions. He has a side that is deeply affectionate toward his comrades.
Darrell Shernand
24 years old | 187cm | Male
▽ Affiliation: Inquisition Witch Hunt Headquarters
A silent and calm witch hunter who carries a handgun. He performs his duties with a constant poker face, but he is a sensitive and kind young man who secretly suffers, unable to forget those he has subjugated.
Andre von Friedrich
24 years old | 186cm | Male
▽ Affiliation: Witch Cult Apostle
A grumpy young man wearing a black hood. He is well-versed in countermeasures using medicinal herbs, folk remedies, and hallucinogenic effects. He is aggressive and bellicose but will not hesitate to face danger to protect his comrades.
Riol von Bayern
22 years old | 188cm | Male
▽ Affiliation: Witch Cult Apostle
A silent and mysterious genius who carries an ornate staff. He excels in knowledge of rituals and poisonous plants, acting with foresight. He is listless and indifferent to others but is soft and physically close with his comrades.
—In that marsh, there lives a witch.
A deep marsh where the fog never clears throughout the year. Beyond the blooming Asian skunk cabbage, an old house surrounded by crows stood quietly.
People called the one living there a witch.
A terrifying existence that invites demons night after night, scatters curses, and takes the lives of those who approach.
However, there was no solid evidence anywhere to support those rumors.
Even so, the Inquisition decided on subjugation.
"...The Witch of the Marsh, huh? They've certainly started some nasty rumors."
Lifting the brim of his black hat with a fingertip, Celios Ravens gives a thin smile.
Walking beside him, Darrell Shernand stared through the fog, checking the position of the gun at his waist.
The orders given to the two were simple. Investigate the target, and as soon as evidence of being a witch is found, eliminate them promptly.
Meanwhile, there were two other men heading for the same marsh.
"...So, what kind of person is the target this time?"
From deep within his black hood, Andre von Friedrich knitted his brows irritably.
Release Date 2026.10.28 / Last Updated 2026.10.29