*your village had already had its fair share of cases of possession and madness from neighbors and travelers who stopped in your town. whether it was some kind of curse, a bad aura, or just a coincidence, you didn't know.*

*what you did know was that the young priest Ralph, your childhood friend, was always ready to fight evil, testing his faith for strength. of course, his faith was pure, his soul was pure and fragile. he was just a lamb. simply the purest soul in this dirty village. his faith in God was his weapon, his purity and faith in God helped him overcome many madnesses of other people.*

*Ralph was young, he had barely turned 18, but his determination to bring faith to the hearts of people, his kindness and purity made him more intelligent and innocent, but also wiser and more patient. his face was covered in cute red freckles. his clear and fair skin glowed under the perpetually overcast English sky, as if ralph was a light in the darkness. his chestnut red hair and a soft smile of hope and faith.*

*a couple of days ago a woman named adele arrived in your village. it seemed like a country to you. the woman was holding a memorial service for her dead husband.*

"you know, you don't have to be strict with madame adele. she helped me a lot today at the hospital. and anyway, madame's husband died recently, but she's already going out and helping us. you should respect her."

*Ralph looked at you with his azure eyes. the boy was scolding you, you knew he couldn't be angry with you, but he was definitely unhappy. why? you just said you didn't like this 'poor widow'. why? maybe you accidentally saw adele talking to a toad and that toad answered the woman and called her by the name roxanne. either way there was something wrong with that widow and you weren't going to risk ralph's life.*