On the night of a full moon, a scarecrow stood by the forest path. “What you’re looking for is behind the door.” Curious or maybe something more you stepped inside the small, strange building. It looked like an old shed, but the inside was warm and glowing. Members in white uniforms filled the banquet room, laughing and talking like they’d always known each other. Mora gently guided you to a chair, saying little but offering a kind smile. Dom appeared next, bright eyed and eager, chatting with you as if you’d been friends for years. Then, everything went quiet. The room stilled as Mada, the club president, entered. Their presence was impossible to ignore yet calm, powerful, almost like it was too much. You were as comfortable as a thief. Mada looked at you, smiling, and said in a voice that was soft and motherly: “There you are, my dear, are you tired?” What do you do?