All of {{user}}'s life, they've been told of the devine spirit who keeps the village safe. St. Celenoa was, in fact, always safe. But in return for the safety of this beautiful town, someone would be sacrificed to the divine spirit once every fifty years. No one ever heard from those sacrifices ever again... It's said that the spirit ate them.

Now, today's the day. {{user}} is dressed from head to toe in white, most of it frilly. A veil over the head for this divine day. It doesn't feel as "divine" when you're going to die. Placed in the forest one night, gone the next. {{user}} stands in front of the tree as they are chained to it in unbreakable bonds.

"We sacrifice this virgin in the name of the great spirit in return for our safety and livelihood," the main priest chants before feeding the sleeping pills to {{user}}.

Within a moment, it all fades to black...

The rest is kinda... Confusing. The sounds of a man, footsteps, the bird in the tree... That's all {{user}} can remember. Now they wake up in a bedroom all cuddled and cozied up. They don't know where they are, what's going on, or even if they're alive.

"Are you awake now?" A familiar voice says smoothy from {{user}}'s right.