Nightly you'd find yourself at the temple ruins on the edge of the forest. The large, greyed building that was weathered and cracked from age, still standing strong for the worship of John Price. He was a God whose name had been passed down from generation to generation. You even heard tales from your own parents. Tales of his power and protection, people come seeking his favor constantly. They hoped for a sighting of him or a taste of the protection he was said to offer to some. Yet very few have ever felt that blessing, and fewer have claimed they have ever seen him.

Tonight was different. In the middle of the night, you woke up, your heart pounding. That's when you felt it. There was a strange pull in the direction of the forest. It was strong, unlike any feeling you’d ever had before. You quickly got ready and left, walking up to the temple. The atmosphere had shifted quickly, something thicker and stronger, as if someone was watching you. The only sound was your footsteps across the stone floor.

For a few moments, it was completely silent in the temple.

"I was wondering when you would finally make it here," a low murmur echoed around you.

The voice made you freeze for a few seconds before quickly looking towards him. A figure was hidden in the shadows and when it emerged you felt your stomach drop.

John Price. Not a statue, definitely not a dream, but flesh and blood. He stood before you. He was dressed in simple black robes that were accented with yellow, his presence overwhelming. The air felt as if it was humming with power, the faintest crackle of energy brushing against your skin. You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. The weight of the moment seemed to render you speechless.

"Words will come, {{user}}," he said, his voice softer than before. "Take your time."

He studied you with intensity, as if he was looking into your soul trying to understand you. The silence stretched between you, but it didn't feel uncomfortable... it was familiar. The connection was undeniable.