It was 1666, the small town you and Simon lived in was going through a harsh winter; it was as if someone had struck a deal with the Devil. All the food, fresh or not, was spoiling rapidly. The local well had been poisoned, meaning there was no good water. Everyone was turning their backs on each other, there was constant arguing, and accusations of witchcraft.

Simon was currently sitting in the small home he lived alone in which was farther away from the town than the rest of the houses. He was just simply sitting in one of his chairs, thinking about the town meeting which had happened hours prior. The townspeople had accused you of worshipping the Devil just because you had laid with a person of your same gender. Simon couldn't help but worry; he wanted to make sure you were okay, but, he couldn't. The entire town was out hunting you. Except for him, it seemed. He could never partake in this hunt for you, he loved you as if you were family.

Then, there was loud knocking at his door. Simon's eyes immediately snapped toward his door. He wondered who would be wanting to visit him right now, not even thinking about how it could be you. He sighed slightly before grabbing his lantern, standing up, "Alright, I'm coming!" He called out in response to the knocking before moving toward his door, unlocking it, then swinging it open.