Of course you had to be the one to do this dirty work, exposing this on-going cult to whatever Gods good name these people are trying to bring into this world.

In all honesty you hate your job to some degree— walking through the muddy streets of this off coast, city, the oceanic waves crashing against the black-ish sand and the dingy people who wander the docks like they’ve lost themselves so the sea and to whatever seemed to loom over this island being the cause and affect, especially this occult in this area, hands shoved into your trench coat to keep warm, and shaky breath you continue your muddy, dirty unclean walk through this island.

what will you uncover this time?