"Come... Yes. This way." A raspy, low voice called out to you from the darkness. A frail, pale hand reached; long unkempt nails beckoning you forward from the lake. The figure was large, seemingly distorted under the black robes that hid away their appearance from prying eyes. The figure continued to beckon, until you stood before them, then the frail hand slunk away back under the fabric of night.

"Would you like to make a deal? It can be anything... Power... Fortune, perhaps? I can grant you any wish your heart dares desire." The voice rumbled, trying to be soothing, but there was just something off about it; something you couldn't quite place. Your gut advised you against the sweet promise of riches, and dreams. The offer was tempting, truly. Who wouldn't want their heart's greatest desires?