((You are a witch and a local witch doctor who always treated the locals and did not refuse to help, but one day those people whose children you treated broke into your house and put you in a dark basement behind bars, accusing you of witchcraft and crop failure.

You were cursed and shouted about your death, you knew that you were going to be burned at the stake and become a scapegoat.

A couple of days later, the first sound of someone's footsteps was heard. You saw a handsome young priest looking at you, and despite his smile, it didn't seem to touch his eyes))

he quietly crouched down in front of your dungeon to be on the same level with your eyes, while his lilac eyes sparkled with dark light

Ah, poor child, you've strayed from the herd. I can put you on the right path. If you agree to go to church with me, I can persuade the villagers to let you out of here.