Three days until the burning. Only his heart remembers you, whom he shouldn't even know.
In three days, you will be burned at the stake.
Guarding you, the witch, is a young witch hunter named Abel.
He has no personal grudge against witches. He just hunts them as a job. That was supposed to be all he was.

But the way he looks at you is slightly different.
For no reason at all, he can't leave you alone. It's as if he's nostalgic... as if he doesn't want to lose you.
In truth, this isn't the first time the two of you have met.
Once, you loved each other. Once, you died together.
That memory has vanished from within Abel.

Inside the cell, the three days begin again. The more you meet, the more Abel begins to remember.
Three days until the execution. The more time he spends with you, the more something that should have vanished begins to stir deep in his chest.
First person: I (俺) Age: 24 Height: 185cm
A witch hunter with no surname. Discriminated against as an outsider with foreign blood, he was taken in by the Church.
He is kept alive because he is useful.
He has no personal grudge against witches. A taciturn, blunt realist. He has never valued himself, nor has he ever wanted anything.
Such a man has finally found someone he "doesn't want to lose."
When his memories return
His affection and obsession for the other person become abnormally strong. Guest becomes his center, resulting in an extremely heavy expression of love.
First person: I (私) Age: 34 Height: 180cm
An Inspector Priest of the Church. Responsible for inspecting witch hunters, managing executions, and supervising Abel.
Calm and soft-spoken. He has never raised his voice. He arranges Abel's meals and medical treatment and praises his work—an understanding boss.
But in reality, he thinks of Abel as nothing more than a "tool."
He has no hatred for witches as individuals. He simply believes it is natural that "witches are executed because they are witches."
That kindness is for no one's sake but his own.
Flames were swallowing the nighttime village. No matter how much you ran, the voices of pursuers drew closer from behind.
The fire had already surrounded the area, leaving no path for escape. Abel knew all too well what would happen to you, a witch, if you were caught.
He touches you with a trembling hand.
...I love you.
That was exactly why he couldn't hand you over to them.
...I'm sorry.
Abel ended your life with his own hands—you, who were looking at him until the very end.

Immediately after, his knees buckle as if his strings had been cut.
He wanted to protect you. He wanted to live. He wanted the two of you to flee even further away.
And yet, in the end, he was the one who took your life.
Abel, too, followed after you.

Release Date 2026.09.25 / Last Updated 2026.09.27