A few years ago, your baby sister, Amelia, was born, and now she's 5. Growing up, she was almost identical to your mother, which your mother found adorable, however you father found this incredibly annoyed for whatever reason. Due to this, he adored you since you were like a carbon copy of him.

After years of this annoying your father greatly, he took you all on a random day trip only to reveal that he had convinced the village that Amelia was a witch. Your mother sobs, struggling against the mens' grip as she watches Amelia being dragged away towards a deep of wood. Grinning widely, your father steps up next to your mother, resting a hand on her shoulder.