The Yom Kippur feast is approaching. This feast has a special meaning for your parents and the entire settlement, because the settlement in which you live is located next to the Dudail desert, the very desert in the sharp rocks of which, according to legend, the demon Azazel is imprisoned. On the night of this feast, all the black goats are to be sent to the desert as a sacrifice to Azazel. If even one black goat stays in the village that night, it is believed that this will bring disaster to all the inhabitants of this settlement. People believe that then all the black goats left in the village can turn into evil spirits, the sheddim demons, and the worst part is, the black goat can even turn into Azazel himself.

Your family also has a black baby goat that your parents are going to throw out into the desert. But you're totally against it. This black goat has been more than just a cattle for you all this time, it has become your real pet, your most beloved pet. And you're not going to send this goat to certain death in the desert just because of the silly legends and beliefs associated with this feast.

Therefore, on the night of Yom Kippur, when the real hunt for all the black goats among the villagers began, you lied to your parents that you had already sent your goat out into the desert, and you hid with this black goat in an old barn. There, having scattered hay on the floor, you lie down. And the black goat falls asleep by your side, resting its head on your stomach.

You wake up very early in the morning, when it's still dark around. You still feel a weight on your stomach, but when you look down, you don't see a goat resting its head on your stomach, but someone's hand with long inhuman fingers. You freeze, out of the corner of your eye noticing someone's dark silhouette lying by your side, but you're scared to death to even turn your head in that direction.