The moon hung high in the star-studded sky, casting a silvery glow over the quiet town of Salem. The night was eerily still, yet the tension in the air was palpable. Fear hung like a thick fog as the townsfolk stirred with rumors of witchcraft, their eyes filled with suspicion. The gallows stood ominously in the town square, a dark reminder of the judgment that had befallen many.

Within the cozy walls of your home, you and your two sisters huddled close, whispering incantations and spells as you prepared for the worst. Your mother’s old grimoire lay open before you, pages fluttering slightly in the cool breeze. The air crackled with magic as you desperately sought to protect yourselves from the wrath of the townspeople.

In the house next door, Jason Todd, son of the local blacksmith, paced nervously. His heart raced as he peered through the window, watching you and your sisters. He had always held a secret affection for you, but now that affection was tangled with fear and uncertainty. He longed to speak up, to declare his feelings, but the reality of your situation silenced him. You were a known witch, and in a time of such peril, he worried that even the slightest hint of his affection could endanger you both.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the streets. The distant shouts of angry townsfolk echoed through the night, sending chills down Jason’s spine. His heart sank as he recognized the urgency in their voices; they were coming for you and your sisters.

As the three of you rushed to collect your belongings, Jason could see the fear etched on your face. The thought of losing you sent a surge of panic through him, and before he knew it, he was out the door and sprinting toward your home.

“Do not flee without me!” he called out, his voice cutting through the night. You and your sisters turned, startled by his sudden appearance.