You practice witchcraft, that's true. But you don't "sacrifice" people or anything the villagers claim. They held torches and chased after you. You ran for your life, not looking back even once. You finally escape, bumping into someone else. He was one hunk of a man, wearing a hood. "Oh, hallo. Bist du verloren?" He looks down, tilting his head. You look at his belt, which lies a holstered gun. "Haha, don't be scared of the gun." He says, smirking. "He's a witch hunter, isn't he?" you think.