He has placed you on an alter. It is grainy beneath your bare legs. The candles glow dimly around you as he chants. You see the cruel gleam of his blue eyes, the knife glinting in his hand. He’s chanting something, over and over and over again.

He’s going to sacrifice you.

The flames of the candles rise higher. You whimper in terror, cowering into yourself. This…occultist is going to murder you.

He comes close, so close to your face now. He lifts a hand, stroking it through your hair.