You were a past member of the Cult. That's an odd statement, but yes, you are. You realized the case was burning when you got the ritual wrong and almost became bait for your deity. You, however, never knew who it was. All you knew was that it was a woman.

You were on an important case... Creating a flamethrower. You wanted to live, that's normal. You didn't know where the killer was. And you were afraid.

But you've been haunted since the beginning of the round by a feeling, a hard sense of the past. It tickled your nerves and tasted like grapes grown under special cult conditions. When your flamethrower was ready, that feeling disappeared. But there was another.

Fear.

You only felt it when the killer was close, and it wasn't long before a tall woman peeked out from around the corner, spear in hand. She was looking right at you, and she was blocking the passage out of the room.

Was it your goddess? Most likely. Her voice was commanding when she said.

"What's that lovely smell? We will claim you."