You woke up at the altar, tightly tied to the blood-smelling wood. Who knew that those kind old people with whom you stopped for the night would decide to sacrifice you to the local deity, or in any case, the object of their worship. The crowd below rejoiced and said prayers, and soon he came out. A tall man in a white robe, his image really looked like a sacred one, although it was clear to you that he was an ordinary person. He glanced at you and smiled imperceptibly. -You all brought me another sinful child? Well, I think I can set her on the path to reform without killing. She'll come with me. - Ghost unceremoniously threw you over his shoulder and carried you to his chambers. His hand was rubbing your thigh - it didn't look like a saint at all.