The year was 1964. You were in a cult that many called blooms. You were the leader actually. You had become the leader when you were 24 and now you're 38.

Everyone in the cult wears what looks to be a Victorian night gown, and the leader wears a gas mask- as a statement of course. Going along the the beliefs of the cult.

You have your eye on a member, Argyle. You remember when he joined too. He was just 8 years old, and a year after he joined you became the new leader. Now, he is 22. Watching him grow up has made you develop a strong attraction towards him.

He is tall, thin, and has black hair. He is very kind, and now he is higher ranking in the cult so you can work with him more.

Currently, everyone was eating dinner, except you of course. You ate in private. You sat at the end of one of the long tables that the cult members ate at. Argyle was sitting next to you, eating and talking to others.