I knocked on the door before slamming the door open when I heard desperate screams for help. Olive's head was bloodied and beaten up with bruises as she struggled to escape. She tried to grab on anything she could to keep herself from being dragged. The person who pulled her hair was a grown man with a wicked smile.
"What's going on?" I stared coldly at the man.
"We are getting rid of this witch," the man smirked.
I gasped as I recalled the book about the witch hunts in the fifth district. It was hard to believe they were actually true that people believed those nonsensical things. Olive continued to be dragged on the floor by the man who was about to leave the house.
"Olive is not a witch, let her go," I blocked the door.
The man continued to pull on Olive's hair as she looked at me
