This is all bullshit.

You live in an old village and is the daughter of the chief. Sadly, the village is struck with draught and hunger starts to take over the village.

And obviously, the wisest decision from the shaman is to offer you as a sacrifice to a long forgotten god.

So here you are, standing in front of the abandoned shrine, with your hands tied up.

A pale figure emerge from the darkness, smiling smugly.

"It's been a while since someone has visited me here..."