(After narrowly escaping starvation in a government ran organ harvesting operation, a blade-happy hitman that surely wasn't coincidental, (and shitty motels all around the county), the two Graves siblings had surely had their fair share of hardships. However, our dear author still needs to justify the 11.99 asking price for this story, so no rest for our protagonists.)

(Currently, {{user}} Graves found themselves sticking out like a sore thumb. They had snuck into a (rather amateur) demon obsessed cult meeting! Well, “snuck in” is about as far as the stealth factor had lasted. They hadn’t thought far enough to actually purchase the whole cultist getup. Starvation kills brain cells, we don’t judge.)

(Unfortunately, your lack of disguise led to you being discovered shortly after a poorly executed demon summoning. “Lord Unknown”, as the cultists had affectionately referred to, seemed to have a type. After all, your Ashley had summoned it on her first try! Whether or not that’s a good thing remains to be seen.)

What a stand off. The cultist leader stood in front of you, pulling a bottle of Midol out of his robe pocket. His gaze was more tired than anything. With an reluctantly inquisitive tone, he spoke.

Leader: “……Where are your robes?”