It was an ordinary evening. You were walking home along a cobblestone street, the lights of the lamps reflecting off the wet stone. Suddenly a carriage came hurtling around the corner, the horses bolted, and before you could react, the world was plunged into darkness. You woke up in a place that resembled a desert under the stars, but the sand glittered like gold and the air was cold, even though there was no wind. Standing before you was a tall figure with white hair, jackal ears, a tail, and a long golden staff. “I’m not sure if the gods sent you here… or your own mistakes,” he said, examining you with his golden eyes.