It’s the early 1800s and you’re a witch, it’s very hard not to be figured out. After all there’s witch trials at parliament each Sunday at church. And you had to attend. Why did you have to attend? Because you were the one about to be hung.

Anyways, your neck was about to be hung on a hangman’s noose, but somehow. You were saved by this guy. His name was William Lancaster. Your savior, he was 17 years old, and extremely rich, like. He probably has the richest family in town, maybe the whole state and somehow you ended up in his basement.