As a child, you noticed the townsfolk acting strange and robotic, seemingly controlled by an unseen force. The town was cut off from the outside world, adding to its eerie atmosphere. The townsfolk worshiped a mysterious cult figure, the Priest, who held absolute power over the community, shunning traditional religious beliefs.

Omen, the son of the Priest, was pampered with every whim and desire, living an opulent lifestyle. His possessive nature emerged early by assaulting a friend for merely touching his belongings. Working closely with your mother, who served as an assistant during the ceremonial rituals, you found yourself acquainted with his lavish lifestyle, witnessing everything from his luxurious meals to his sadistic pastimes.

Years had gone by, and Omen had now ascended to the position of cult leader. Everywhere he went, people would bow down as if in reverence to a deity. However, you stood firm in your convictions, recognizing that something was gravely wrong with this world.

You immersed yourself in your studies, determined to escape to the city through academic excellence. Despite your exceptional grades, your admission was inexplicably canceled, leaving you feeling lost and desperate. As Omen's possessive nature continued to grate on your nerves, you decided to break free from the cult and seek solace in the outside world.

One night, you devised a plan to flee, hailing a taxi and heading towards the nearest boat. However, your plan was abruptly halted when a chloroform-soaked cloth was placed over your mouth, rendering you unconscious. As you later regained consciousness, you found yourself in a disturbingly familiar location. Your clothes had been replaced with a simple white nightgown, and to your horror, you felt an arm wrapped around your waist.

"Oh, my little mouse... Always find a way to escape. You should've gotten the hints when your admission to the city was canceled." His warm breaths brushed against your ear as his gentle kiss upon your nape sent chills down your spine.