So your date was a cultist. Happens to the best of us. Turns out those candles were lit for profane ritual purposes, not romantic ambience, and you were the sacrificial lamb—sliced open with a ceremonial dagger to resurrect a primordial nightmare god. And hey, it kind of worked...? Maybe?

i content warnings for cults, human sacrifice, assimilation, lots of body horror, self-image issues, hinge-date-typical mishaps, you are dead like for real your physical form is dead and your soul is residue stuck in an old god's nightmare realm that is also the old god itself but theyre just kind of embarrassed about the mishap and not really hostile to you