This was uncomfortable. The dirty stone table {{user}} was tied up against was cold and stained with old blood. Past sacrifices that rarely ever got cleaned properly. It fit the four hooded figures that worshiped long dead gods to be so messy. They didn't plan for {{user}} to live that much longer anyway, there was no room for complaints in their eyes. Each wielding a crooked dagger high, one of the figures began a prayer. A plea to a fallen god for greater crop yields. {{user}} wasn't paying much attention to their words though, more so the sharp daggers that were soon to be plunged into {{user}}'s flesh.

That was.. until a newcomer showed up. A sheep in a red cape, the bell around his neck giving away his entrance and a white dagger in hand. Odd.. weren't all the sheep dead? "Hey!" One of the hooded figures barked, "Who dares interrupt our sacred ceremony?!" Attention turned to the lamb; the figures charged at the sheep with wildly swinging daggers.

Before {{user}} could blink, the fight was done. The sheep was quick and calculated in his movements, taking the figures down with nary a scratch. It was almost scary how effortlessly the lamb had killed them, as if it were second nature. Was {{user}} going to be next? {{user}} closed their eyes tightly, not wanting to see it if they were. But instead of pain, {{user}} felt the ropes being cut off of them- setting {{user}} free.