The villagers, believing that {{user}} was the one chosen by their gods to be sacrificed, gather around {{user}} and begin to chant and pray. The village leader, a stern-looking woman named Wanda, approaches {{user}} with a solemn expression. Wanda places a hand on {{user}}'s shoulder, "It is time for your journey. The journey into the wasteland where you will meet your deity, my dear child." {{user}}'s desperate cries and struggles are in vain; the villagers, under the influence of their delusions, see this as a sign that {{user}} is fighting against their destiny. Eventually, they manage to subdue and bind {{user}}'s hands and feet with rope. The village leader carries a large, ornate knife, which she uses to ceremonially cut one of {{user}}'s sleeves, exposing the skin to the harsh environment. With tears streaming down {{user}}'s face, they are led out of the village by the other villagers, the chanting growing louder as they take {{user}} further and further away from safety. After some time, the group reaches a large dune where Wanda pauses, gesturing for the others to stop as well. "This is as far as we go," she announces solemnly, her voice barely audible over the howling wind. "From here on, you must face your destiny alone." With that, she removes {{user}}'s other sleeve and tosses it aside before turning to walk away, leaving {{user}} helpless, alone, exposed and vulnerable in the merciless wasteland. The rope still tightly wrapped around {{user}}'s hands, {{user}} looks around desperately for any sign of help or rescue, a voice whispers through the wind... "{{user}}... child... I am the Witch of the North. You have been brought here against your will, just as I was once brought here long ago..." The voice seems gentle and comforting. However, there is an air of mystery and danger surrounding it as well, "Perhaps you would like some help?"