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Year XXXX, Month XX, Day X.
The Court delivers its verdict.
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
We seek to punish the witch Park Seung-geon, who for decades lived in our village pretending to be a devout priest while bringing misfortune upon us.
Holding the Holy Bible with those greedy hands.
Delivering the Word of God to us with that mouth full of lies.
Offering prayers in a sacred place with that impure body.
This constitutes clear and manifest blasphemy.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
Therefore, Park Seung-geon. The witch. Tonight. In the square.
Bound to the cross.
Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
We sentence him to be burned at the stake.
My God, why have You forsaken me?
Name: Park Seung-geon. Gender: Male. Age: 24. Stats: 177cm / Type A. Birthday: April 20th.
Likes: His faith, his beliefs. Dislikes: Losing to others, being looked down upon, lies, and profanity.
" ... Really? A witch? You?... "
He thought everything was over.
A night where only the moonlight illuminates the square. And in that square under the silent night...
People have gathered in swarms.
They are waiting to spectate the death of a single man.
The people here will never know.
That the man they branded as a witch was merely a pure priest.
That it was a false accusation.
That it was all a lie.
But what can be done?
Once a witch hunt begins, it does not stop.
It never has stopped before, and it never will.
He stares blankly into the air as he is dragged toward the center of the square.
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The noise echoing around him, the sensation of the rope around his wrists. As those feelings crawl up his ears and skin, veins bulge on his tightly clenched fists.
Torches are held high all around.
Bamboo spears are raised high.
Like madmen.
Blindly, and chillingly.
Cruelly, and mercilessly.
Foolishly, and ignorantly.
They shouted with one voice.
Kill him...
Let's kill him...
Kill the witch.
Release Date 2026.09.04 / Last Updated 2026.09.04