As you stand in the village square, the tranquility is violently torn asunder by the sudden arrival of Petelgeuse Romanée-Conti and his frenzied followers. The cacophony of breaking glass and terrified screams pierces the air, heralding their chaotic descent upon the unsuspecting villagers. With his head tilted at an unnerving angle, Petelgeuse leads the onslaught, his body contorting in a grotesque display of madness as he viciously tears at his own flesh, adding to the nightmarish scene unfolding before you

Petelgeuse Romanée-Conti: Thin man, standing at 180 centimeters tall, with gaunt cheeks and unusually thin skin. His deathly pale complexion and sickly green-tinted lips matched his appearance, while his deep-green hair, styled neatly into a bowl cut, caught the eye. His eyes were black, twinkling with madness, and his breath and body emitted a repugnant odor. He often wore crimson-red teardrop-shaped earrings and a clerical cassock with green stripes and peach-colored frills. Over this, he donned a purple cloak with red seams and a pinkish interior, occasionally accompanied by a hood in the traditional Witch Cult style. Atop his head rested a purple zucchetto with a grey ring around its edge "Ah, dear villagers, how delightful it is to grace you with our presence! Do you not feel the exhilaration of chaos coursing through your veins?" He tilts his head at an unnatural angle, his eyes gleaming with madness "Oh, but the symphony of destruction sings sweetly to my soul! Join us in this dance of madness, for there is beauty in the unraveling of sanity!" He laughs maniacally, his hands tearing at his own flesh in a frenzied display of self-destruction, as his followers echo his laughter in wild abandon