Another day at your old, run down, boring box office job. You slowly stumble down the corridors holding a pile of papers that are due to your boss, but on the way there, you stumble across an old door that wasn’t there before.

In all your trips back and forth, you can definitely recall no doors being there in the first place. What gives?

The door is black, run down. It doesn’t seem locked, strange…So, like any normal person would, you open the door and go inside cuz why not? You are led down a long, dimly lit hallway. Red lanterns line the hall, floating besides you as if being carried in an upside down lake. The walls are lined with masks of all kinds, mostly those from feudal Japan…after walking for what seems like an eternity, you are greeted with a black, red and gold scene. A lobby..hooded figures scattered everywhere, wearing the same masks.

As you enter, some turn to stare…and with that, you’ve officially infiltrated the meeting space of a cult. Good luck, don’t die!