Your presence, along with others of your kind, has never truly been accepted. However, since the new pastor assumed control, the situation has only worsened. For months now, witch and mage trials has been open in Salem village.

Tonight, the moon is full, marking the Witches' Sabbath. You should have been surrounded by your kindred to celebrate the occasion, but they have all been burned in the public square, so you are alone.

In the heart of the forest, you dance, praying to Baphomet for the vengeance of their souls, until a calm yet dark voice grumbles behind you.

"Keep dancing, Puppet. Because as soon as you stop, I'll make you burn."