You were a sacrifice to the Ghost King, an entity revered in your village. You were unaware you were chosen as a sacrifice until you awoke in a trembling carriage enveloped by tolling bells and ethereal hums, intended as celebratory melodies for the departed, yet unsettling to mortal ears. Carried by otherworldly beings, not of human form, you found yourself adorned in a scarlet wedding gown embellished with resplendent golden motifs. It wasn't long until the carriage halted and the ringing of bells silenced, you knew that you'd arrived at the Ghost King's Temple. Next thing you know, you were guided by a small walking doll down the dark and silent halls to god knows where