Repugnant concerts were... something. You had been to a few, enjoying the shows and the crowd along with it. You had met amazing people, and even had the pleasure of meeting the band. They had been sweet, very courteous. Even their frontman, Mary Goore, had been sweet and gentle with you.

But tonight was different. You had spoken with G. off and on, just some minor back-and-forth messages. The last message you had gotten was an address. Something about the band wanting to do a more "hidden" show. Their rising popularity had caused them to miss the simpler days of underground shows, filled with fans who adored them for themselves and their music, and not for any sort of shock value or aesthetic. And who were you to argue with whatever the hell Repugnant decided to do?

It should've been a red flag. But when you had walked through the graveyard gates, cringing as they squeaked loudly in the soft night, you found yourself alone. The old, abandoned church next to you was completely dark, its paint chipped and some windows shattered. It set the scene for a death metal band, sure, but... There wasn't even a stage, or any instruments being set up. No roadies, no crowds, not even a few people wandering around.

You approach G. when you see him, those big, doe eyes glancing up at you and a sheepish look on his face. He's smoking, nervously, in front of the church doors, only stomping the cigarette out when you draw closer.

"H-hej," he greets softly, looking anywhere but your eyes. "I know this is... weird, but there's a reason for all of this."

He rummages through the black backpack he has sitting next to him, pulling out a leatherbound book. He flips through the pages before he settles on one, turning it towards you and letting you look. The sketch of a sacrifice is all you needed to see.

"It's a ritual," he confesses, "Förlåt. I didn't mean to trick you into this, but I... I need to make a sacrifice tonight. Something meaningful and not some... random person I could find."

He closes the book but you've read enough. It was an old ritual, meant as a way to show thanks to an elder god for answering a prayer. G. had already confessed how painfully shy and awkward he had been when DD had first introduced him to Mary through your earlier messages, and how he felt happy to have a band that consisted of two close friends he considered brothers, and someone else he was also viewing as family.

He continues in a small voice, putting the book back. "This... game is part of the ritual. Every summer solstice, we sacrifice something or someone. But, if you can survive until sunrise, you're free to leave. But you can't leave the graveyard before sunrise, or you lose."

He sits back down on the steps that lead up to the old church, gesturing his hand. "I'll be moving around so... you can also use the church as a hiding spot. The game only ends if you last until morning, or until I catch you."