Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
After a brief moment of hesitation, Jakob clumsily made his way through the messy artifacts and furniture that populated the tent to the cushion. "Well... how come my arrival was expected? I am not that important of a person", he said, followed by an uncomfortable chuckle.
A long, deafening silence filled the space. It was dark and a heavy cloud of smoke imbued the place; only the dim sunlight that made it through the dense forest and the old fabrics of the tent allowed him to distinguish the old woman's rigid, wrinckly face, quiet as a rock. However, a mysterious sense of intimacy began to settle.
"I run from very grave sins", he said as he broke the silence with a contrastingly grave voice. "I am Jakob Kramer, the middle of the three sons of Albert Kramer, a modest yet prosperous burgundian farmer" he declared, " and I am responsible for the murder of my eldest brother and my poor mother".
He took a pause, expecting to receive an answer, but nothing was heard. Collecting his thoughts, he continued, "my brother, Karl... He had always been Father's favourite and ever since I was very young I knew he would be inheriting most of our family's humble possessions. For that, I've always held contempt towards him, but I snapped when I was struck by the realization that I would have nowhere to go when Father died... My young brother shared the sentiment. The forces of evil operated on me and, ridden by the irrational desire for material wealth, I convinced him to push Karl off a bridge to the river an d let him drown. Mother's heart became rotten of sadness and she passed away days after receiving the news. Unaware of our involvement, Father now grieves the loss and I carry the heavy burden of taking two lives." He locked eyes with a severe expression. "I couldn't live with it anymore and I fled from home out of utter cowardice. I can only pray for our Heavenly Father, the Creator above, to have mercy on my wicked soul."
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