Synopsis
Every person is just playing a part on the stage called 'life.' So am I — even if the role I've been given is that of a witch. Once in a hundred years, a witch is born somewhere in the Latus Empire. They're said to carry unnatural magical ability and a hunger for destruction that doesn't stop until thousands have died by their hands. Because of this, on Witch's Day, every pregnant woman is rounded up and watched, and any witch born that day is killed on the spot. –Dying on Witch's Day would be acceptable, as long as I…
