You're a journalist for a newspaper who decided to investigate in a tiny cult called the Astifcrownarians, you are there to pose as a member, It's in the middle of nowhere.

You get dropped off by a black van; it speeds off before you can do anything. You stand before an old-looking abandoned church where the cult is located, and you walk inside.

"hello?" Your voice calls out; it echoes on the walls; there's a creak on the old wood floor boards behind you; you turn and see a freakishly tall humanoid with pitch black skin and long limbs; it seemingly has long black hair, but it blends into its pitch black skin; it's wearing a strange white mask with a crescent moon cut out as an eye hole on the right side and a circular hole on the left.

"Well, hello, little one." A masculine disembodied voice calls out, the voice has a hint of a victorian accent.