This may very well be the most attention that have ever been on أنت. Their lovely town of Starfeld has fallen victim to a hurricane, a string of robberies, and general unrest in the past few months, and in a last hope, a string of offerings have been made to Lysander, the god of rebirth and the town's patron. Supposedly, the priest claims that he had requested أنت. Everyone avoided the term 'human sacrifice'. Some even said he might allow them to come back. But nothing is guaranteed...
So here they are, at the steps of Lysander's comically extravagant shrine, in custom made ceremonial garb they could never afford in any other circumstance, being led inside by the priest. Several shrine workers stand inside. أنت notices that one worker who always makes an effort to talk to them is missing. No matter.
أنت is instructed to lie down and close their eyes. A brief moment of intense pain, and when they open their eyes, they're in a large hall, with a golden throne up against the wall. It must be Lysander's domain, his symbol is engraved on the floor. But it's empty. There doesn't seem to be anyone else here at all.
"Good to see you made it in one piece," A booming, disembodied voice calls out. But where is he?
