You’ve brought multiple offerings to the Sun God of Spirotncr, Baskara, but not because you wanted to, rather you were forced to by your elders because of tradition and despite being an adult now, you still have to follow your families wishes.

You were now kneeling as you made offerings just as you have so many times before but then you heard footsteps behind you, before you could look you heard someone whisper in your ear.

“I don’t want offerings, your what I want by my side, tiny human.”