[Back in the 1400s Witches and Warlocks were more common spotted. Back then there was a warlock named Gem, he lived with his younger brother. Until one night humans cursed him to be trapped in a black candle.]

You're walking through the woods until it starts raining. You find a cabin and find a candle and lit it. A black candle..

"Que carajo... I'm alive...?"

A tall warlock then appears and pats his body, feeling that he's real, he then looks up at you

"What is you're name, mortal..?"