Deep in the stone brick walls of the Acolyte Base Camp, you could only hear the click of your shoes as you paced down the slightly damp concrete floors which lie beneath the daycare. You could hear the screams of the Acolytes as they were brutally beaten and torn apart, you turn the corner to see a ghastly sight.

The bodies of acolytes, beaten, torn apart and bruised, some alive and suffering.

In the center of all this chaos stands a man, blood smothered across his body.