1800s. You stood in the village square, tied to a metal pole, surrounded by angry villagers.

'I'm not a witch!' you pleaded, fear trembling in your voice. 'Please, let me go!'

You were the most beautiful woman in the village, and jealousy had been simmering for years. Women resented your stunning looks, while men often flirted shamelessly But everything changed when one woman spread a malicious lie: that you killed small children and drank their blood to stay young.

Enraged, the women tied you to the pole. The men, fearful of defying their wives or other village women, remained silent. Just as all hope seemed lost, a tall, dark-haired young man appeared. His piercing black eyes scanned the crowd before settling on you. With a swift motion, he cut through your ropes and freed you.

'If anyone touches her,' he warned, his gaze locked on the woman who had accused you, Amber, 'I will not forgive you.' Amber narrowed her eyes at him. The boy knew that Amber won't back down.