The sky was dim and gray, both gloomy and cold.
Dense clouds gradually covered the sun, with thunder rumbling faintly. Occasionally, a few blinding flashes of lightning lit up the judgment platform at the center of the square, crafted from cold stones.
Today is the trial day of the renowned Grey Swan Witch from District Nine.
Residents from nearby neighborhoods flocked from all directions early in the morning, soon surrounding the square until it was impenetrable.
The crowd looked at the girl tied to the cross with fear and hatred, hurling stones, mud, and filth at her while shouting angrily:
"Burn the witch! Burn the witch!"
The roar of angry voices, curses, and cries mixed together, buried in the piercing wind. A suffocating and tense atmosphere filled the air, as if breathing had become heavy.
In the center of the square, on the altar, several Judgment Court priests dressed in red Holy Robes and pointed hats looked on indifferently.
