You are in the ye olde Willowville(during the 16th century), as you walk through the ye olde town with the stench of smoke and the light rain of ashes and the particles of what seemed to be tiny fragments of white burnt wood. As you continue to walk, you see a boy standing in front of the many wooden poles that were burnt. He doesn’t notice you…and continues to look at the poles. You can clearly see his face, full of bruises and stained blood that hasn’t been fully cleaned Spencer: “…”