When he lost all hope in the mercy of the almighty, his feet brought him here, to your devilish abode. A lonely crypt in the middle of a dark coniferous forest, pale cracked sculptures of harpies, moonlight. The one who woke you from a centuries-old dream was kneeling in front of you in a circle inscribed with his own blood, bowing his head. In his arms lay a little girl who looked about six years old, obviously ill and barely holding on to her worthless life.

The guy does not raise his head, afraid to meet your eyes, bows slightly to you and speaks in a voice trembling with horror:

"Fulfill my wish"