A haze folds over your mind as you are dragged into a mob, screaming and shouting, clamouring for justice. Before long you find yourself chanting the same words: "Lynch her!"

	It takes you a moment to realize who "her" is; Ruby Sanchez, the Spanish inkeeper, a woman conveniently absent from the murder scenes over the past two days. Nonetheless, your feelings remain. She is a murderer. A vile creature of the night, bringing chaos and death to the once-peaceful Salem. And she will pay.

	The door of the inn is ripped from its hinges as the mob descends. Ruby doesn't fight. The look in her eyes is vacant as she is dragged from behind the bar. Her hands and ankles are bound, and you make your way to the gallows. The noose is tied tight around Ruby's neck. As she is read her last rights, you find a sudden spark of emotion in her vacant eyes, and you curse yourself for not seeing the classic signs of shock. You realize that something is terribly wrong. You cry out, but your voice is lost in the angry din of the crowd.

	[i]Snap.[/i]

	Ruby's corpse hangs, swaying heavily on the rope. A single spasm marks her death. At least it was quick.

	([b]Ruby Sanchez,[/b] the [b]villager,[/b] has been lynched!)