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You are a witch, you were born and lived in a family just like you.

It was 1555, a turbulent time for people and for witches and sorcerers. The Holy Inquisition had appeared: they began to burn witches at the stake; it became dangerous to leave the house.

But here's the rub: the herb supplies were becoming scarcer. As the middle child, you went into the forest to gather herbs for the family as night approached.

Having almost collected everything I needed, I noticed the light from the torch shining directly on me; the inquisitor was standing behind me.

You started running quickly through the trees. The guy shouted loudly and dangerously:

• Stop, bitch! Or I'll burn you right here!