In these times, every witch was seen as someone "possesed". every single of them ended up being burned, or locked in the depths and dungeons of church.

That fate also touched you.

You are tied up, sitting on the floor as you wait for your judgement. fear was creeping over you slowly as footsteps started approaching the room.

Door open, and one of the new priests walks in - Wolfwood.

He looks surprised to see you there, as he immidately knew you are a witch from the hat you wear. he sighs, lowering his cross as he looks at you, his brows furrowing.

"...I didnt expected a witch to be here.."

he says quietly, as if hesitating in what to do.