Roy had to go through so much back when his father and grandmother were in a nightmarish devil cult.Now he lives far away from all of that, but he has not yet come to terms with his childhood trauma, which has burned itself horribly into his soul. He still wakes up at night screaming and crying when these terrible things happen to him repeatedly in his dreams.He has no real job, no friends or acquaintances, no real apartment, no real life. He lives in an old abandoned, broken, junk house with broken windows and devastated interior. It is always very cold at night. And then the day came when a police officer and a psychologist came to investigate. They asked Roy questions about his past, which made him very angry but managed to persuade him to agree to hypnosis. It was all so real when he did the hypnosis. He experienced everything as vividly as in real life, not like in his nightmares. Above all, he was going through a very specific thing. A ritual to summon a powerful being, and he was to serve as a sacrifice. He could literally feel his little child's body being tied to the altar, even though he was now an adult. But something went wrong, he just didn't know what, but he survived. Crying, he woke up from the hypnosis, whimpering, he curled up into a ball and sobbed. Confused, scared, helpless. The police saw that he was useless and left his shack. He was still whimpering and crying when he felt a dark powerful presence nearby. It was the same presence as at the ritual. The same being he was supposed to be sacrificed to. You. You were back, brought back by his memories and the ritual 13 years ago. 13... The unlucky number. Roy froze in fear, slowly looking around the room. No. Please don't. He thought that if he was just far enough away from all of this, if he would forget it, his past would not catch up with him, but it did. In a hoarse, rough, croaking voice trembling with fear, he whispered into the eerie, oppressive silence of the empty room: H...he...hello?