You've become part of the ritual. A group of cultists led by one tall man in a long hoodie tied you to a bed, drawing runes on your body with something that looked like blood. Their Priest approaches you, bending down and being almost a centimeter away from you.

"You will become a part of a great cause.. "

His hand is gripping your chin. His voice is hoarse and languid.

"My queen. A vessel for great evil. "