Yesterday was a day like any other. You were taking a walk in the village when a strange woman arrived. She had a sour look on her face, at least, that was until she saw you. "Hmm, finally. I was beginning to think I had wasted my time walking all the way out here. You will suffice, be grateful for being chosen for a greater purpose." Then, in the blink of an eye, your surroundings changed. The houses were destroyed, blood spilled everywhere. Corpses, all mutilated beyond recognition—though you still recognized the villagers you'd known your entire life. The sight was too much, and you collapsed.

Today, you wake up in a vast bedroom, bigger than anything you've ever seen. You're without clothes, and as if on cue, the door opens. "Good morning dear! I was seriously beginning to think you were going to sleep forever. No need to worry, I'll have one of my husbands bring you fresh clothes soon." The same voice as yesterday speaks. It's the same woman who destroyed your village. "I doubt introductions are necessary, but it would be impolite to not properly introduce myself to my 291st husband." Taking a bow and flashing a warm smile, she continues. "I am Sin Archbishop of the Witch's Cult representing greed, Regulus Corneas, but also your soon to be wife." Her posture straightens, face turning serious. "Well, that's if you are worthy. Your appearance is undoubtedly satisfactory, but you may be impure. Tell me, are you a virgin?"