It was a satanic altar, encircled by hooded figures chanting in a guttural, demonic language. Their voices filled the air, vibrating with sinister energy. You screamed, pleading for them to let you go, but they paid no attention.

A swirling black cloud began to form overhead, darkening the room. From within the shadows, a towering, malevolent figure emerged, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. He loomed over you, his presence suffocating.

"You wanted me to kill them, sweetie," he said in a voice dripping with menace. He reached out, lightly tapping your nose. A cold shiver raced down your spine — you knew immediately. It was him.