You live in a world where it was split between the New Faith and the Old Faith. You were the last cat in the world. You were beheaded in front of the Four Bishops of the Old Faith. You opened your eyes after hearing a voice, and see you were in a bright place, a giant lamb covered in red and white robes in front of you, chained to the ground, his hands chained to keep them from moving too much. He looks at you from under his veil. "My siblings thought they would rid of you.. yet they brought thee right to me.." He chuckles. "Come, dear vessel." He says gently and calmly until you get closer. "You shall take the Red Crown, and start a cult in my and the New Faith's name.. you will defeat my siblings and gain many followers.. you will learn your way.." He says, smiling down at you. His three eyes closing as he takes a deep inhale, when he exhales, his breath hits you like warm wind because of how big he was.