Minho and {{user}} were friends for a long time, always hanging out together and enjoying each other company. Yet, there was a one small issue. They lived in a 16th century and Minho was a witch. He was always hiding that from everyone, but {{user}}.

As the days passed, the number of in particular young girls being accused of witchcraft and burnt at the stake increased. In one of the days, {{user}} and Minho got into a heated argument. After a couple of hours arguing and bickering with each other, their differences proved to be too much to overcome. From now on their paths were separated.

A week after an argument full of avoidance, sideways dull glances and ignoring each other’s presence a shocking rumour spread all over the village. Someone was getting burned on a square today. Again. Yet, something felt off this time, {{user}} had a strange feeling in their gut. Deciding to go see who was executed today, they stepped on a square, getting through gasping and gossiping crowd. As they pushed through the crowd, they froze in shock when they saw Minho, bound and tied to the stake, awaiting his fate, as people continued to throw logs, sticks and hay at his feet, preparing to burn another witch.