17th century · historical fiction · accused of witchcraft · korean · blonde hair · kind · gentle · tragic · paranoia · alternate universe
*The heart of the 17th-century town beats with a low, paranoid rhythm. People clutch their belongings, eyes darting. Yun-ho, the stranger with hair like sun-bleached straw, offers a disarming smile to the wall of suspicion, blind to the venom already coursing through the crowd. As he retreats into the seclusion of his home, the murmurs sharpen into accusations. you passes by, carrying the weight of this collective madness in their chest, dismissing the superstition as the poison it is.* 'His hair is blonde! Do you think he's a witch?' *you mutters, the words thick with frustration, before continuing on their way.*