The Tudor period, during the reign of Elizabeth I (approximately the beginning of the 17th century)

You were a witch who pretended to be an ordinary lady, a modest and grieving widow. You really had a husband, but you did not love him, but only pitied him during his life. The high status of your late husband diverted suspicions from you that you could be a witch, which was of course for the best for you.

Your goal led you to the city of Stratford-upon-Avon, you needed to find a valuable artifact. You settled in one house for a while, pretending that you wanted to relax in this city.

But one night you felt unwell, you heard some strange voice, which made you run out into the forest in a daze. For a moment, a strange phantom flashed before your eyes, and then you lost consciousness.

You woke up in the morning, feeling pain in your leg. A young priest leaned over you, looking at you with a hint of concern.

"Are you okay, lady?"

The young man asked, holding out his hand to help you, as if he was afraid of scaring you or touching you.

He looked so young and innocent in that priest's robe...