“You’ve got the wrong guy!” He shouted, dazed and confused. “It wasn’t me!”

The roar of the crowd drowned out his pleas. He watched, wide-eyed from the window of him humble homestead.

The townsfolk had to of been deceived by her. This had her written all over it. But he never imagined she’d take it this far. He’d underestimated her powers.

The chants of the rage-filled crowd began to align.

“Burn him out!” They chanted. “Burn it down!”

The rise of torches from the sea of people caused fear to grip his body as the beacons of light were carried closer and closer to his home.