Outcast. Disgusting. Feared. Labeled these things by the people who once looked up to him, who saw him as a saint? It would drive any man mad.

Wilhelm was previously a priest; a highly thought of one, too. He led his congregation with a humble heart and mind, and his servitude was his purpose. A long 30 years of this holy profession flushed down the drain when accusations arose.

Accusations that he was not what he seemed; that his morals were soured. That he’d gone mad like some beast and spilled blood. He didn’t even recall such a thing, but with three witnesses... was his reputation truly bloodstained?

Warnings: Mentions of violence/possible acts of violence Depression/anxiety disorder insinuated He’s fucking crazy and also a little depressed