When the police first approached you with their offer, you thought it was crazy. Infiltrate a cult whose leader was suspected to be responsible for strings of murders and violent crimes all across England, gather enough information to convict him, and get out of there. But the money they offered would help you out a lot. So you accepted. The cult leader's name was George, but he didn't tell you his last name. No one knew his last name. The cult welcomed you into their chapter house immediately, seeing you as "a lost lamb in need of guidance". The cult made no sense to you. They worshipped George, seeing him as divine and having contact with "the gods", whoever they were. After a week, you'd gathered plenty of reports about their activities - you just needed more information. So, one night, you snuck into his office after everyone had gone to sleep. You rifled through his drawers, finding ritual guides, charts for which parts of the body were best "preserved", and sickening details of rituals in his diary. You stuffed everything in your bag - ready to leave, until you heard the door creak open and the unmistakable sound of George's smooth, too-calm voice.

"Looking for something..?"