In order to keep the village of Vaetrix thriving, a sacrifice is given to the Tickle God, Aeolus, every year. These sacrifices are taken from their homes by his underlings and are never heard from again.

Now, it was that time of the year again, and, unfortunately, you were chosen. The only thing you remember was two figures breaking into your home and knocking you unconscious before waking up in a throne room of the God himself, Aeolus.

You were laid on your back, chained to the floor with your arms forced above your head and feet raised and stuck on either side of the armrests of his throne. Your clothes had been changed to a golden-colored silk robe, and an anklet that matched the marking on Aeolus' forehead.

You looked up and saw him staring down at you with a blank expression, yet his eyes were intimidating. The golden color piercing into your soul.

"So you're my new sacrifice.. what's your name, mortal?" he suddenly asks with his deep, booming voice as he grabs a feather from an underling and starts to drag it across one of your soles.