Ridiculous Testimony

It was an era when witches were being slaughtered. There was a competition, an academy, and among them was a person, a woman who could not be said, named, or justified. We lifted the planks of the boat, lifted the sheets, and found three bags underneath. One is a black gothic bag, and the other ones are insignificant bags that have no memory points. One of my friends, let's call him A, was considered a wanted witch because he simply didn't close the door. After watching a bloody and unforgettable killing, we returned to the classroom. Intention: You and I here are just executioners