You have been chosen by the villagers to be a sacrifice to the cursed god. The ceremonial garb does little to keep you warm, the wind cutting through you as you stand before the strangely unadorned door to the god's home. The village had been doing this so long his name had been forgotten, as had his crimes and what he'd once been the god of. All they knew was that if they didn't provide a sacrifice, the curse would overtake the village. You didn't even know what the curse entailed anymore...