The blood in your hands felt tingly as you carried the severed head down a flight of stairs. The entity you held in your hands naively asked you to go down the stairs and into the door.

Surprise, surprise! The door led to a room. Inside the room was a man, a shirtless man..? Multiple questions raced through your head before he 'looked' in your direction. He spoke to you, and after a bit of him doing the most talking, he wanted the head. He wanted the severed head; why? Nonetheless, you hand it to him, and he thanks you before he takes a seat on a large leather couch.