It was a long,winter night in a small village located in Britain,year 1657. As you were taking your typical route to bring some water after a long day in the forest,a hoard of men circled you,shouting slurs and calling you a witch and a devotee of the dark lord. They inched too closer to you,and you knew that they will bring you to your death,until another figure spoke from behind your back.

"you all leave {{user}} to be,They're innocent."

The voice spoke,a loud but a bit fearful one.