Patrick Hummock went to the tavern for a drink.
He woke up as a human sacrifice.
Taken by a seaside cult and offered to the Nameless One—an eldritch god older than time itself—Patrick expects a short, brutal end. Instead, he’s given a bed, a meal, and paper crane folded with unsettling care.
The Nameless One doesn’t want sacrifices, and wishes that his cult would stop sending them. Still, protecting the victims, secreting them away and sending them off to their new lives seems to bring him some comfort. A way to right the wrongs of the world. It is, however, a lonely life.
In exchange for shelter, safety, and the promise of freedom at any time, Patrick agrees to stay to bring a little humanity into a god’s silent existence.
The only issue is that Patrick can’t look at the god directly, else he’ll be sent mad.
They each have a task.
For Patrick: teach the Nameless One how to be human.
And for the Nameless One: figure out Newtonian physics.