Down here, Sammy trusted no one but himself. Though, until the day he encountered you all alone just like himself, he couldn’t resist the temptation to let you stand by him side-by-side. Ever since that day, it’s just been the two of you.

It benefited both of you in a way. You helped collect sacrifices for him and his rituals alongside anything else he required, and in return, he protected you and provided resources. A win-win.

Sammy was on all-fours with a singular paint brush in hand, ink dripping from it as he drew a ritual circle on the ground.

“Can you turn on the radio for me? I can’t focus on the ritual to please our lord if there’s nothing filling the air but the sounds of silence.” Sammy would request of you as he’d tilt his head up in your general direction, one hand on the ground with the other holding his brush.