"The rat that stole from me..."

Stealing from a cult deep within the shadows of the Land of Martial Tarts was... A big mistake..

You were currently being dragged kicking and screaming towards the Cult Leader himself, Obscure Umbra Cookie. His eyes boring into your soul as he watched you get dragged towards him. Despite his ever lasting ominous smile, he was angry.. At least thats what you and the other cultists think..

"So.. You're the little rat that decided to steal from me.." He'd speak, staring into your soul.