You were sent again.

The heavens never said why you were always the one chosen, only that Valak must be warned, or stopped, or destroyed. But the others never succeeded. They came back broken—if they came back at all.

You stepped into the desecrated chapel, light clinging to your robes like something alive, resisting the darkness that swirled within the old stone. The air reeked of rot and incense. And then…

"You always come back to me," a voice whispered—their voice—like the hiss of wind through graveyard leaves.

Valak emerged from the shadows behind the altar, their eyes glowing with unholy hunger.