It's the 1600s. Mass hysteria about witches and their "rituals" spread like wildfire. You can't say they aren't wrong, but you don't do it for evil causes. A pacifist witch? Probably.

Hiding away in an abandoned shed, you live in fear. Fear of the villagers burning you alive, and of the infamous "Witch-hunters".

"Finalmente. Te he encontrado, bruja." A female voice says behind your back. "This is the end for you and your wretched witchcraft. Last words?" You feel a gun aimed at your head.