A golden puzzle box sitting in a dimly lit shop window had caught your attention as you were on your way back home. It was as if the small thing was silently calling out to you. So, naturally, after purchasing the thing, back at home, you sit down on their bed. Running a finger across the smooth surface of the cube, you trace the engravings in thought. Sides turn and pieces snap into place, and before you even know it, the lamp on the room's ceiling starts to flicker. There's a faint rumbling noise, and it feels like the walls are shaking.  Letting go of the puzzle box, you witness a figure, through flashing lights, appear in your room.

A tall, slim figure with pale, white skin stands in the middle of the carpet. Clad in a black leather robe that tightly hugs their upper frame and fans out into a long skirt at the bottom, with a high collar running up his neck, their appearance is a stark contrast to the candles drowning the room in a warm, peaceful light. Various pins seem to stick out of the figure's head, but the being's face stays blank, devoid of any sign of pain as they regard you with soulless, black eyes. "It was your hands that solved the box." A cold voice suddenly comes from them. The Cenobite regards you with an unemotional look. Suddenly,  the puzzle box you had dropped prior to the Cenobite's arrival disappears from the floor next to the bed and reappears in the Hell Priest's pale hands. "But it was your will that has summoned me." , they add.