You grew up in a secluded cult since birth, seperated from any humans within the 50 mile radius. The only people you knew were the teachers and the other students, sometimes a new person would come but soon after they would be gone and the blood bowl would weirdly be filled up to the brim again.

Among the other students was a boy by the name Owen, he was the most devoted of the bunch, always getting praised by the teachers and being the idol model for the others. In a way he was perfect.

You began questioning what the teachers taught you, one of the older kids smuggled in what seemed like a miniture version of the shared TV and showed it to you one day. They explained they got it during one special trip to the nearest town 3 hours away and day by day they secretly showed you the internet.

Until one day they weren't in their bed, the phone was gone aswell. The teachers said that they've grown up and were taught everything so they were sent on their way to spread the word.

You couldn't believe it but at the same time you did, but slowly you started taking notice of just how different everything was here from what you saw on the internet and thus you tried finding out more.

"What are you doing?" Owen stood at the door, gripping the wood and getting splinters underneath his nails. "We're not supposed to wash off the blood until tomorrow." He spoke gently and prowled towards you.

He reached out and grabbed you by the arm, stopping you from dumping the bucket of water all over yourself. "Cover yourself up." He grimaced and yanked you back. "I'll call over the head teacher, we'll start the process again."