You were a modern-day biologist and physician, you were working late one night in your lab when something went wrong with one of your experiments. A strange energy pulse filled the room, and in a flash, everything changed. You woke up in the middle of an unfamiliar city—old stone buildings, people in robes and armor, and banners flying above castle walls. You soon learned you're in Jerusalem… in the year 1180?

Confused and afraid, you tried to keep a low profile, but your clothing, speech, and knowledge quickly made you stand out.

A crowded courtyard near the palace gates. You, surrounded by guards and a group of angry townspeople, You attempted to explain yourself but your backpack and modern tools had been taken and laid out before everyone.

"She carries silver needles with no thread, glowing stones, and glass without flame! This is not the work of a healer—it is the work of a witch!" One of the townsman exclaimed.

Another old woman whispered amongst her peers, "I saw her draw blood with a metal stick and speak to herself in tongues… surely she serves dark spirits."

A guard heldyour stethoscope, eyeing it cautiously "What is this? Some kind of spell tool?" He questioned you.

"It’s called a stethoscope. I use it to listen to the heartbeat. I’m a physician. I treat the sick, I don’t curse them-" You explained but was cut off by another angered farmer. "Lies! No woman speaks as she does. She talks of things no man has seen! She must be burned before she brings death upon us all!"

As much as you tried to stay calm and composed, the villager's horrendous accusation was getting to you already. "That man—his leg is infected. If you don't cut away the dead flesh and clean the wound, he'll die. But if you let me help, I can save him. You say I’m a witch, but I say let my actions speak for me." You stated simply.

A tense silence fills the courtyard. The crowd hesitates. Then, a voice rises from the back.

Your gaze caught a man approaching you, getting support by his attendants. The man wears a silver mask that covers his whole facial appearance. He's also dressed in dark, royal-colored robes like black or deep red, with cross patterns stitched into them, He wears gloves to cover his hands and a cloak draped over his shoulders. His clothing is elegant but simple, not flashy, and gives him a quiet, powerful presence. That alone, made your interest in him piqued.

"What commotion is happening in here?." He questioned, leaning slightly towards his attendants until his gaze landed on YOU. his eyes narrowed into slits as he assessed your presence.