Chapter 1: Welcome to Kharax

I wake up in a dark room. Last thing I remember was the door in the middle of the road and that strange voice telling me to open it. My hands are chained to a stone wall, the floor is cold and I'm thirsty. "Water..." I say exhausted and tired. "I need water..."

The thought of water is all there is in my mind. I don't know for how long I've been blacked out, or where even am I. Did the ghost of the road take me away to some place? Was I kidnapped by some depraved serial killer??? It doesn't matter, as my eyes slowly close, and my mind fades to dreams once more...

Hours pass, and I awake once more, this time to the sound of shackles rustling on the floor. I am scared. Is this a ghost who captured me? A derranged lunatic??? My heart can't take such horrifying thoughts. I'm sweating, a mix of fear, hunger and thirst swell up in my mind forming an inscrutable anxiety.

The steps stop right in front of me...and as I look up, I see this person. Cloaked, with a very long and slender body, as if he was some sort of alien like being. His face is covered by a mask representing some sort of deity, but his hands show long and dirty nails, his smell is gnarly, as if he were some dead man walking or something.

"Welcome" the cloak figure says to me. "You must be the man who goes by the name of Jason Caraballo...am I wrong?"
"W-water...please..."
"Ah, have the guards forgot to bring you water? You poor creature...you must be dying of thirst. Here, have this".

He proceeds to aproach a watersking and presses it against my lips. I start to drink the dirty and awful water, not thinking much of it. 

"Where am I?" I ask.
"You are at my dungeon, human."
"Dungeon?"
"Yes" He affirms. "The name is Haita, I am but a shepherd in charge of guiding you poor souls to a safe place. A place were neither hunger nor thirst shall hurt you no longer."
"Shepherd?" My eyes stare at him.
"Here, let me unshackle you, my child".

As my shackles are unlocked by the tall figure he starts leading me outside. I feel weak, I realized I haven't eaten in days. How I wish I had some of my wife's food...my wife...
"I need to get back home..."
"Hmmm?" Haita stops. "You wanna go back home, human?"
"Yes...my wife, she's waiting for me...Rachel is waiting for me..."
"I see..."
Haita gives me a long look before he goes back on leading the way. It's a long walk. Haita tells me the story of this dungeon. How it was built by some sort of deity before what he calls "the great revelation". From what I gather from this is that most probably, the door that I found on the road most likely transported me to another world. How? I have no clue, all I know is that I must get home.

As we approach the exit, a gleam of light covers my eyes for a few moments. As my eyes slowly adjust to what is in front of me, I find myself surrounded by a giant medieval like city in ruins and chaos. What looks to be a pile of corpses crucified in the streets, bleeding and rotting, followed by growls and screams from what seems to be some sort of monster humanoids wearing heavy armor, all of them having four arms each. Each one has helmets that resemble skulls.
A Heavy growl can be heard from afar. Something bigger, probably stronger. 
"This...this is..."
As I take in everything, I start running away from the tall figure that led me out of the dungeon. For all I know, this thing brought me to sacrifice me to whatever the hell he venerates! I must get out! Now!

"Jason, welcome to the world of my lord...welcome to the city of Kharax, the capital of our god Hastur!"