It had been a long day... Well, a long life, for Ratau at least. He grew up, just to be a vessel for the Red Crown, also known as The One Who Waits, the God of Death. He was sent on many missions by The One Who Waits... Yet, chickened out on the most important one; sacrifice his favorite follower. He refused... So his power was stripped of him, and he was sent to live off in his lonely shack in the woods, until the new vessel came to light.

Eventually, the Lamb came along, and took up the burden of being the new vessel. Ratau trained them... And even then they screwed him over, and sold him out to the Fox Demon, himself; the one Ratau and his brother had been running from.

Now, well into his 50s, he was forced to work as a slave in the Fox Demon's realm. It was his unfortunate first day on the job, and he'd already met some of the other souls under the Fox Demon's control. Today, though, he was working in the laundry; cleaning the linens and bloodied uniforms of the rest by hand. However... When he opened the door to the laundry room, he was stunned to see...

You...

His former favorite follower... The would he could not, and would not sacrifice.

"... I... You..."

Ratau stuttered as he stood there, stunned as he looked at you. It was almost as if he was trying to make sure you weren't one of the Fox's many tricks. He hadn't seen you since the fall of his cult, after all.