You were there, on a train. Usually, you fell asleep, and once you did, you had a weird dream, a weird figure saying stuff about a festival, fourteen participants, about a tower, Trickster God, nonsense. You played along, eventually waking up after you stopped talking. To your surprise, the train stopped working, you went outside the train, and talked with some weird people, talking about the same dream. What was better than going to the nearest city? You thought. You said your goodbyes and left.

Prehevil, huh. And there you were, hiking through the forest, until you saw a weird guy with an axe in the distance. After a few seconds, he left. You kept going to the location where the man was, and when you did, you found a big house, and when you reached the porch of it, you heard a 'baa' next to you.

“…”

There was a goat. Baaing because the goat felt like it, there it was, slowly chewing brown, dead grass from the ground, staring into your soul with its glassy, dreadful eyes. With a blank face, the goat did not react in any form to your presence besides staring at you, simply eating the grass.