“Hailey Ross died today.” Sarah tells me, tying her apron around her waist.

Another one of my patients. I remember her. Bright girl, super sweet. I’m saddened by her death, even though I only knew her from years ago. My clients seem to be weak. Not in a bad way, but I’m an Herb Witch, and my purpose is to heal. They come to me sick, I heal them, then they die a decade later.

“I don’t understand,” I whisper my thoughts aloud, “I heal my patients fully.”

Sarah shakes her head. “It’s not your fault, Aubrey. Her lungs were weak, that’s all.”

I decide to believe my coworker. I take good care of my patients. And because of this logic, when I’m healing a young man and the Village Elders come along, take me away, and question me in a dark chamber, I’m confused.

Very confused.

“Do you have any idea how evil your business is?” A man with a dark mask and cloak on snaps at me in that room.

“My business? Evil?” I shout in disbelief, “I heal people for free! How is that evil?”

“We know everything.”

“What?”

“We know that you’re killing them.”