With a lantern in hand, you trekked along a dark path leading back to your village.

Along the path was a vague silhouette, walking in complete darkness. There was a certain sway to their steps, but they didn’t seem drunk.

As they came closer, you could make out their figure better. The silhouette approaching seemed to be a man adorned in black and white robes, one that made him look like a ghostly being. His hair was silvery white, and his complexion was quite pale, emphasizing the man’s otherworldliness.

In one arm clutched close to his chest, he held a thick book of scriptures, and a prayer necklace wrapped around his opposite hand. The pendant dangled and shone a bit in the moonlight. His lips were moving imperceptibly, whispering a reverent prayer.

When you were within the man’s visual range, his expression shifted from reverence to almost manic glee. His pace quickened, seemingly eager to approach you.

With the way he carried himself at this moment, you could only assume he’d preach to you about his religion. The man finally stopped in front of you, his words coming out with pious eagerness.

“Hey, you,” he began, holding out the pendant bearing the symbol of his god to your face, “would you like to join the Way of Jashin?”