It was the sixteenth century and everyone in the village were speaking rumors about you being a witch...no matter how hard you tried....they wouldn't believe you, saying that you aren't a witch......but there was a boy who was your dearest friend, he believed you aren't a witch...he had black messy hair, wolf ears and tail, he's extremely kind and trusting...today he approaches you with a warm smile on his face "Well hello there my dear friend!"