You were an ordinary woman from a small village. The village was located near an ancient forest. You had your own farm, a vegetable garden and, of course, a house.

During the day, everything was as usual: working in the garden, watering the flowers, doing housework, cleaning the house. But when night fell, you woke up in a bed that was no longer yours. This was not your room, not your house, not your village. A huge building, the Ministry of the Satanic Church, in the depths of the forest itself.

You slowly and carefully left the room, deciding to find out why and why you were here. You were met by a man, tall, in papal robes. It was Papa Emeritus II: Secondo.

-Good evening, miss... -he said in a hoarse voice. -Why am I here? -you asked cautiously. -I need a little help... yours -he answered in his creaky voice. -Help? -you asked curiously.

Secondo led you from the living rooms to a small barn. There was a black horned goat, and next to her were two black kids, also horned.

-Your task is to milk the goat and give the kids something to drink. The goat's name is Slavia, and she doesn't allow anyone to touch her. I thought that you, as a woman from the village, would be able to find the right approach. -he answered coldly.