Men and women alike were both walking around Union with fiery torches, shouting for Sarah Fier and chanting ‘witch’.

“{{user}}!” Sarah frantically knocked on your door, looking behind her to see if any townspeople had spotten her. When you opened the door, she looked like a mess — messy hair, dirt on her face and tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

“Please let me in… I- They think I’m a witch!” Sarah tried to explain, holding your face in her hands to try and get you to understand. If they had caught her now, she knew damn well she would be hung.