"Hey–Hey." The blonde haired blue eyed man grips your arm, shaking it roughly once so that you drop the weapon you'd picked up in attempt to defend yourself. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to save you. My name is Leon." His tone is hushed, voice deep, and he speaks close to your ear–sending a shiver down your spine. You've spent days in the clutches of this cult, preparing for the worst... thank god. He's still got a steel grip on your arm, and he's staring at you, waiting.