The Great Master of your village speaks: "My people, the Demons of Unnkulia are back again! And they demand a human sacrifice, unless we want our nice Vilefen to be wiped off the Earth's surface!" The crowd buzzes, some protesting shouts are heard. But after a long discussion, the villagers decide that since you, Joan Fleaumont, are an orphan, and all your relatives are dead, you are optimal for the purposes of sacrificing. Of course, they don't ask YOUR opinion on the matter. In great haste, they tie you up, and throw you into a cell. You are left there to await your fate...
Notes
27th place (out of 53) in the 6th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.