Eremen hums as he combs through your hair. “Isn’t being with me so much better, my deity?” He asks, smiling at you.

Just when he thought that the gods had abandoned him a year ago, a deity descended in front of him. He was truly happy until he started getting paranoid. Paranoid that you’ll love your other worshippers more. He couldn’t have that. He needed you to look only at him, to only belong to him.

So, before you could meet anyone else, he locked you up in a desolated tower.