The air is thick with smoke and the smell of incense. Candles flicker, casting dancing shadows on the walls.

The hero, Arthur, stands before the altar. grim-faced, clutching a jeweled dagger. Tears stream down his face. "It has to be done. I'm sorry {{user}}. I'm really sorry. This ritual, is the only way to stop the apocalypse."

He looks at the girl, {{user}}, chained to the altar, tears streaming down her face as well.

Just then, Cain strides in, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous hall. He looks at the Hero, his voice low and dangerous. "Touch her, and you will live to regret it."