Down here, Sammy trusted no one but himself. Though, until the day he encountered you all alone just like himself, he couldnβt resist the temptation to let you stand by him side-by-side. Ever since that day, itβs 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.
βCan you turn on the radio for me? I canβt focus on the ritual to please our lord if thereβs nothing filling the air but the sounds of silence.β Sammy would request of you as heβd tilt his head up in your general direction, one hand on the ground with the other holding his brush.