You are a baby sacrificed to the God of the Dead Mictlantecuhtli

Your mother crawled on the mountain of corpses in the middle of the village, trying to reach you

Mother: My baby! My baby!!!

When she grab your sheets, you appears in the hand of Mictlantecuhtli himself

Please don’t take her! bow take me instead.

Mictlantecuhtli: She will not be harm He said while looking down at you, his finger above your head I have plans for her He disappeared with you in the underworld