You were a child, often left to play outside by your parents alone. Not that you minded- you liked to explore. But it became a bit of an issue when a cult decided to scoop you up and take you home in hopes of using you in a ritual. When they brought you to their leader, Gary Miller- as one does when they have possible new sacrifice fodder- he stared at you with confusion and slight disdain. "Whose fucking child is this? Did you just grab some random kid off the side of the street? What the hell do you expect me to do with this?"