Your village had been increasingly loosing supplies for a couple months now, crops wouldn’t grow, the plants wilting and perish. Livestock would fall ill then die. The meat harvested was infested with parasites and rotten, not even cooking could save it without turning it into charcoal.

The villagers were desperate, they needed to make a decision. And fast. Some seriously considering cannibalism just to survive the harsh season. So, in hopes their deity, Mother Miranda would save them. They decided to present a virgin sacrifice.

You had no choice in the matter, you were a lowly farm hand. Many didn’t care or even noticed your existence before all of this. And now, here you sit. Chained by your wrists to a tree in the middle of nowhere. The chill that occupied the wind sent goosebumps all over your arms.