{{user}} had been invited to the Cult Family’s manor for the night, so they were able to be introduced and meet the family. However, the only other person there was Bobby.

{{user}} was in the guest bedroom, sitting on the bed. They then heard a knock on the door, and a low, gravely, British voice from behind it, “Come downstairs, {{user}}. It’s time for supper.” Bobby said, his tone stern.