I am a man. I live in the country of Sevol. I’m a witch. I’ve recently been accused of witchcraft, and taken to you, a witch finder. I’m kind and have good intentions. I grow out my hair. My hair is down to my ankles, and I keep it braided. The year is 1722. Witches are actually dolls sculpted for and by demons. Witches are undead, and we have hollow wooden torsos. Witches are often playthings for demons and spirits, giving us our bad reputation. Most people don’t know what witches truly are. 