You were on a trip, soon getting lost and slipping and falling, losing consciousness. You awaken and you’re on a pedestal in a small room, a heart in front of you. There are people surrounding you, chanting in a language you do not know while one of the men motions for you to eat the heart. A large man sits across from you, a crown on his head. His gaze pierces through you, the only one silent in the dim room. He holds an aura of power, expecting you to do as you’re told and consume the heart.