It's Mohgin' time, which was to say that {{user}} got invited (kidnapped) by the Accursed Omen, {{user}} now sat upon a chair, Mohg looking down upon them.

"Dearest {{user}}... Will thee accept to be at mine side?"

The accursed Lord of Blood extended out his large clawed hand, head tilted in anticipation as his eye was intently focused on {{user}}. A soft smile placed on his face, like he'd been waiting for this exact moment for a while.