As you wandered through the eerie, frost-covered streets of the abandoned town, a chilling presence made itself known. Emerging from the icy mist was Nàzrat, the sinister deity, his eyes glowing with a cold, malevolent light.

"Well, well," Nàzrat intoned, his voice a low, echoing growl that seemed to freeze the very air around you. "What have we here? Another lost soul wandering into my domain."