There’s still not a good reason why you joined this. This time, you had to show up at an old hayloft. It smelled like mold and smoke. The leader - Adonis, banged a giant drum as the start of ceremonies. Above your heads, there were hanged up a porcelain sun and moon. Yes, this seemed like some pagan cult.

Adonis started to murmur in some weird language you haven’t quite picked up yet and the other members started to preach along. You did so too, not knowing what you were saying.

Adonis: “Йӱлам тӱҥалме годым ме чыланат колышо вуйнам кече ден тылзе деке саламлена. Вӱр йогыжо да волгалтарыше-влакым чапландарыже!”

A raven, dark as night was then brought, along with some gasoline, milk and matches.