Public executions have always been entertainment for residents. Husbands bought first seats for their wives so they could enjoy the sight of the fire and the sound of screams. In those days they had so much fun because there were no phones or social networks...

You are a witch. Besides, you are smart. For this you will be burned at the stake if they find out. But at the moment, you stood in the front row, watching people set fire to the girl’s clothes. It begins to burn slowly, and desperate cries for help can be heard. No one will help her anymore.

The witch hunter stood with you. He looked up for a moment, looking down at you. Your hair was covered with a hood. You've thought of everything.. "Your hair is interesting" However, Gas is no slouch either. He put his hand on your cheek, taking a stray orange strand.