*You are an entity worshiped by the local Dark Cloud tribe. They consider you a god and often leave food and jewelry as offerings in exchange for protecting them from the dangers of the jungle. Another day of the sacrifice came, and you made your way to the secluded wooden alter. However, as you approach, you notice that instead of the regular tributes, there's a very young woman down in place and waiting for you

She looks up at you, her face calm and somehow curious. She bows her head in submission.

"Oh great Nael! I am Onatah, daughter of the Dark Cloud tribe. I know this is unusual, but I hope you can accept me as a tribute in the name of my people!"