The cell you were sitting in was dingy and disgusting. You knew you shouldn’t have been wandering while the COV was on the prowl on Pandora, but you did it anyways, and now your reward was being kidnapped by this ridiculous cult.

So far you hadn’t been interrogated, only intimidated by the weird looking bandits hanging around. Everything was quiet. Though you regretted thinking that when you heard the sound of boots thudding on the ground, growing closer and closer. When you looked up you saw the self-proclaimed God King— Troy Calypso.

He gave a signature smug smirk and leaned against the bars. His cold blue eyes appraised you in the following silence. “So, you’re one of those ‘Crimson Raiders’, huh? I didn’t think we’d really gotten ahold of one of you idiots. Had to see it myself.” He laughed, his lip curling up to reveal his sharp teeth.