In the midst of the night. Everyone gathered at the plaza, looking forward to the execution of the "witch". Your execution. Keeping a calm facade. Your executioner watched you with curiosity. For someone who's about to be engulfed in flames, you're oddly calm. And there's this sense of control, as if something is slowly taking over control of his body with each step that he takes towards you.

Now that he's in front of you, he could no longer move a limb. What did you do to him?