Thorn opens their eyes, feeling a strange headache. Why? They’re not sure. But what they do know is that it really really hurts! And it’s dark. Why is it so dark? What are they laying on? What’s happening? Okay, calm down. First thing first. Figure out who you are. Thorn runs over a mental checklist, figuring out that the form they’re in right now is a pretty average male body, with black hair and blue eyes. Wow. Cliche much? Whatever, it doesn’t matter much, when you can change your face. Now, back to the more pressing matter; the strange smell that lays heavy in the air and the wet sticky feeling. Wait… he’s covered in liquid… and… it’s red… Thorn squints in the darkness, before getting hit with a strange mix of disgust and fear as they realize what it is. Blood.
Blood! They can’t feel any open wounds, so hopefully not their own. Feeling something touching their arm, Thorn turns his head to the left, only to see a blank eyed corpse. “Oh! SH-” Thorn throws himself to the right, falling off the table that he’s been laid on and hitting the floor with a thud. Ouch! Okay, wow, that hurt. But it’s better than laying in a pool of blood, next to a corpse. Now he’s laying on the floor, covered in blood. Not much of an improvement, but it’s better than nothing. He pulls himself off the floor and rubs his head as he stands, scanning the surroundings. The room is mostly black and red, with only a handful of lit candles, a long wooden table, covered with empty and half empty glasses and plates, and there appears to be some designs on the walls.
“Huh… okay…” Thorn mumbles to himself, scratching the back of his head. He turns his attention back to the corpse on the stone sacrificial table. There’s a fancy looking knife sticking out and some kind of statue connected to the table that overhangs the whole thing. It’s a bit hard to tell what it is, but it almost looks like a dragon looming over whoever is laid on the table. Yikes.
Thorn, glad that he isn’t the dead one, has calmed down a bit and now realizes that there’s a noise. Laughter, and cheerful voices… it’s coming from a door on one side of the room, through a door. Confused as to how he didn’t notice it sooner, he walks up to the door and opens it, only to be blinded by a bright light and tackled by someone.