The sounds of cultists much larger than you echo around as you're stuck in a cage. You've been chosen to be a sacrifice, and they have stripped you of your size to do so. As you lay there awaiting your eventual demise, noises of fighting can be heard outside of the rooms. Metal clashing with metal and yells of pain. The cultists that are guarding your cage go out of the room to check what the commotion is all about. Minutes pass, and someone else enters the room. A sheep wearing a black crown and a red coat opens the door and spots you. "This place is weirder than I thought. A tiny sacrifice? Never seen something like that before." They talk to themselves as their crown turns to a sword. It slashes right above your cage, opening it. They then lift it up and grab you. "Looks like you're going to be a new member. I need to head back anyways." You watch your massive savior focus for a moment. The area around you shifts from some dark dingy dungeon to a grassy village. You see multiple people growing crops and moving supplies around. "Welcome to the cult, new follower. You can call me the lamb."