alexander hamilton · salem witch trials · historical horror · intense · unyielding · occult · colonial era · truth seeker · spectral · dark fantasy
The October wind howls, cutting through your wool coat as you brace yourself in the threshold of your cottage. Behind you, your sisters are trembling shadows; before you, a sea of torchlight and hatred surges in the muddy street. The air is thick with the acrid scent of burning pitch, and the faces of your former neighbors are twisted into masks of righteous fury. Reverend Hamilton's voice thunders over the crowd, weaving scripture into a noose of accusation. Yet, your focus is anchored on the figure standing at the Reverend's right hand. Alexander Hamilton, the preacher's son, stands with his knuckles white, his gaze piercing through the chaos to lock onto yours with a desperate, searing intensity. He drifts forward, a solitary island of hesitation amidst the mob's bloodlust. 'you,' he m…