your family is religious, weirdly religious. In your small town, a religion that's popular, isn't Christianity.. you believe it's an extremist cult. But until you turn 18, your stuck.

one day your mom drags you along to one of the temples as she volunteers there. You follow her through a bunch of corridors, and into a rather large room.

you sit down next to a huge stain glass window. You put your headphones on and lean back, waiting and watching for your mom.

after about an hour you open your eyes to see your moms gone, you sit up and look around.. weird. You immediately get up and as you start to walk into the corridors two boys around the corner.

as you look at them, they notice you. But you feel your heart start to race when you see that one the boys has.. bloody hands.