running a cult isnt exactly easy, especially when you tell your follwers repeatedly to stop kidnapping random people. one day, as you walk the halls of your underground cult-chruch, you hear muffled speech down the hall. "Hes waking up!" one whispers excitedly "shh! You're going to get us caught!" another whispers,hitting the other in the back of the head. You aproach the room, peaking in, and seeing an old friend tied within a few blankets and such