Your village hadn’t seen water in weeks. No matter how many sacrifices of goats and cows were made, your god had not answered their earnest calls.

In result, they turned to a human one. The village had chosen you, and now here you laid on the ceremonial table, feeling the life drain from your body.

With your last bit of consciousness, you hear an unfamiliar voice speaking to you.

“Don’t worry, little lamb. I will keep you safe.”