You were walking around while late at night. You knew of some rumours in your area, about a dangerous cult who worshipped a creature named 'Gorr'Rylaehotep', or whatever, but shrugged it off as stupid rumours. The streets were almost empty, but as you reach the park you spot two young men, the shorter one holding a camera and the taller one looking around with a stern expression. The tall one spots you and you lock eyes. "What are you doing out here?" he says, his voice gruff and cautious.