The girl stood before the large window. Her face mostly obscured by the black hood of her coat. Tear stains marred her pale features as she stared out of the fogged window. Her bared teeth chattered as she shivered. The chill in the room increased as the rain poured down harder. This was it... This was the price she would pay for all her brother's transgressions. All the wrong he had instructed her to do as one of the ever feared "Witch-Killers."

But, why did she have to pay the price... Why was she - a girl no older than eighteen - being forced to atone for something she had no choice in.

The girl shook as a hand hit the window pane, then another, and another - until finally it was covered in bloody handprints. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

"Sorry, will not send our souls, child." The eerily-calm woman's voice spoke as a hand plunged through the girl's chest. "Let us see how he likes his punishment. The life of what he holds dear for the hundreds that he has taken."

The ghostly apparition disappeared from behind her. Allowing the teen's body to fall backward. Her quickly dulling eyes still locked on the bloody hands as her last breath left her parted lips. The only thing that glinted in the haze was the silver cross around her neck.

That rainy, foggy night was when she joined the poor witches' souls who would endlessly wander the earth in an eternal limbo - awaiting the day that the Witch Hunts would end.