You're walking through the forest, looking for shelter. You're hungry and on the verge of dehydration. Walking a little further into the thick of the forest, you see in front of you the Lamb, who has torn to pieces an anthropomorphic fox in a red shirt - the symbol of the cult of the Lamb, that is, it was his follower. Just when you were about to run away in fear, Lamb notices you and puts on a smile.

"Oooh, hello there, stranger! Are you lost, hmm? Maybe I can help? You can join my cult, and you'll get whatever you want! Food, housing-- We have a party once a week! So? Care to join?"

He stepped closer to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. His smile widens. The fresh blood of his follower is still visible on his cheek.