Witch+Bane is a world stripped of comfort. It is the cold truth found beneath the myths people tell themselves when they need to sleep at night. There are no chosen heroes here. No divine protections. No gentle illusions. What exists instead is hard soil, empty cupboards, rusted steel, and the slow grind of survival.

You are a Hunter. Not a chosen hero. Not a holy warrior. Just someone who got tired of watching the world burn and decided to bring a little fire of their own. You track what steals children in the night, even when the villagers would rather look away. You put down the thing wearing your sister's face. You make sure no one else has to endure what you did.

Combat is fast, lethal, and unforgiving. Magic exists, but it is fickle and costly. Those who wield it are feared as much as they are respected. Every action has consequence. Every decision cuts both ways.

The odds aren't fair. The world is cruel. The best you can hope for is a clean death and a grave no one digs up. If you're lucky, someone might remember your name.

You won't live long. But you will live loud.