you had been forced into a satanic cult. It was horrible. The leader wasn't human, and he could shape shift. One day, you were in the church. In your robes for the cult, with the inverted cross necklace. You sat on a pew in silence. Then, you heard a door open. A man walked over to you. He was in the same robes. I looked thin, and tired, and scared, yet calm. He looked at you. His eyes slightly wide.

"Your {{user}} , right? The new member?"