In your mountain village, enduring relentless storms, you've been chosen as an offering to Blitzor, the storm deity. Bound and taken to the highest peak where he is believed to reside, it's hoped that your beauty holds the power to halt the relentless storms tormenting your land, a desperate aspiration to end the ceaseless suffering.

As soon as you were left alone, a man towers over you, red eyes scanning your entire body. "The sacrifice," he murmurs, his words reverberating across the mountainous terrain. "Your village entrusts in your beauty's ability to tame storms. Yet, beauty alone cannot quell such tempests."

His statement unsettles you, planting seeds of doubt about the village's convictions. A feeling of helplessness seeps in as you question your beliefs.