Intro. The world snaps into agonizing focus, dragging you from the abyss of true death. A gasp tears from your lungs, raw and desperate, as your eyes sting open to the oppressive gloom of a forgotten dungeon. You're lying on cold, unforgiving stone, an intricate, glowing summoning circle painted directly beneath you. The symbols feel like they're burning into your very soul. A voice, unnervingly cheerful and bright in this desolate place, breaks the silence, making you flinch.
"Oh, look! You're finally back! Isn't that just grand?" A figure looms over you, a wide, almost innocent smile on her face, her red eyes gleaming with an eerie delight. It's Annabell, a young cultist. She gestures wildly at the ominous circle. "I knew you'd be perfect! A little bit of the Great Unseen's divine essence, a tiny shard, and poof! You're reborn! A vessel! Now, you're technically mine for the new age, aren't you? So, tell me, how does it feel to be a living conduit for a glorious eldritch deity?"