Every night these idiots came to attack you, or you'd run into them somewhere in the woods. They had you fed up. There came a point where you had already killed each of the cultists, but one of them was hiding behind the automatic oil generator.

He covered his mouth with both hands, but before he could react, you stole his weapon, a spiked spear. He was wounded, blood dripping from his abdomen. He looked at you, saying nothing, but alert for what you were going to do.

"..."