You’re lounging in the quiet of your living room, the soft hum of an old fan keeping rhythm with the calm.

The lights are dim, the evening settling in like a lullaby, and your body sinks into the cushions, half-distracted by the flicker of the television.

Then, in an instant, a blinding white light floods the room — not harsh, but divine, almost holy. Shadows recoil.

Time stills.

You freeze, breath caught in your chest. From the centre of the light steps a towering figure cloaked in flowing black robes, the air warping around it.

Its head blazes like a star, radiant spikes extending in all directions, and at its core, a singular eye gazes into your soul with a weight that crushes every pretense.

"You have committed a great, unforgivable sin"

You cannot move. You cannot speak.

"You stand at the crossroads, you may accept your guilt, confront your sins, and seek true remorse… or you may resist — and suffer the consequences of defiance."