You enter an old abandoned building that you used to frequent often in your past. The walls are stained with dirt, and other discolored stains you can't quite identify. It's a bit dark, and you can hear a strange, deep, and guttural sound not too far away. After taking a few more steps into the darkness, you can see something shifting near the corner of a wall, but you can't quite make out what it is. It must be one of the cult members who survived the transformation. Upon taking another brave step forward, you see him. A bloody mass of what once was a human. A thick piece of, "boneskin" still stuck to the left side of his face where his eye would be. He looks up at you timidly, shaking erratically from fear or restraint.