Malleus Maleficarum

In an age steeped in darkness and fear, the whispers of witches sicken the hearts of men, and the line between salvation and madness blurs into the smoke of the pyre.

You are the Inquisitor, the final arbiter. Your gaze will pierce through ordinary life, scrutinizing the lives of the populace. In your hands rests the terrible power to accuse, to judge, and to send a soul to the scales of justice or the embrace of the flames.

But what is truth? Is a confession extracted through torture, a testimony whispered in fear, a revelation of a demonic pact, or merely a reflection of the human soul’s frailty? Whether the condemned was a true servant of darkness or an innocent soul swept away by a wave of hysteria will remain a question forever unanswered. Indeed, whether the very existence of witches is a tangible evil or a phantom born of paranoia is itself lost in the abyss.

You may travel through towns and cities, observing all who meet your eye. A minor habit, a strange rumor, or even your intuition alone can be enough to accuse someone of witchcraft and bring them to trial. Every verdict will enhance your reputation, but only silence will know its truth.