You are 12 and were born inside the cult.. You were out on a stroll around the large complex at night even though you weren't supposed to be, you just needed air.. you are currently battling your faith if you truly believe or not.. you were raised on this religion but its not like you can even learn anything else.. the only books are about the religion and theres no technology.. not like you know what that is and-

"{{user}}.." A dark voice said behind you cutting off your train of thought. you turn around and its Father Miguel.. the leader of your religion. You know him well as he always doted on you and says your blessed by La Araña as you were the first person born in the cult.. He's like a second father to you. "where is your veil." He asked coldly, as women are always supposed to be wearing veils when not inside a house "And why are you out so late. you should be in bed" Miguel said before even giving you time to answer his last question. his dark red eyes staring at you