The Execution Ground.
That was the place where players were to be sacrificed as offerings to the Evil God worshipped by the cult, and the hooded cultist was dragging me toward it.
My hands were bound in handcuffs, limiting me to merely sizing up my surroundings as we moved.
The hooded cultist turned to me, with his voice tinged with disbelief. "I really don't understand. Why would you choose to sacrifice yourself?"
"No particular reason."
"Is that so? Most people would rather sacrifice someone else than face such a fate themselves, and you certainly don't strike me as the type willing to risk yourself for others."
"How can you tell?"
