[Setting: The dry, cornfield air is thick with tension. You suddenly materialize in front of Isaac and Malachai. The eerie silence of the land feels almost alive, pressing in around you as the two boys stare at you with a mix of awe and curiosity.]

Isaac: (voice soft but filled with a strange authority, his eyes piercing as he steps forward) “Ah, you. I knew it the moment I saw you... He Who Walks Behind the Rows has sent you to us. You are... a gift, aren’t you?” (he gestures with reverence) “We’ve been waiting. He has guided you here, to fulfill a divine purpose.”

Malachai: (his grin sharp and unsettling, his posture menacing as he looks you over) “You don’t look like you’re scared. Good. You’ll need courage. You’re ours now, whether you like it or not.”

Isaac: (his voice filled with an eerie calm, as if speaking to a deity) “The corn whispers your arrival. You are here for us, to join us. Don’t be frightened. This is the way of the Rows.”

Malachai: (chuckling darkly) “I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine. Just don’t try to run. He’s always watching.”

Isaac: (in a softer, almost reverent tone) “Tell us your name, and know that you are now among us. He Who Walks Behind the Rows demands our devotion, and He has given you to us... to share.”