You were lost. After your parents were murdered—your brothers, sisters, everyone—the world crumbled around you. The killer wasn’t some faceless stranger but a serial murderer who had been obsessed with you. When he was caught and sentenced to death, it didn’t fix anything. The emptiness remained, a hollow space where your family once was.

You dropped out of college, unable to find meaning in anything anymore. Homeless and adrift, you wandered from bridge to bridge, huddling among others who had been chewed up and spit out by the world. Old, young—it didn’t matter. You barely spoke, clinging to the hope that someday you’d find a way to start again.

Then you met Toni. He was thirty, sharp-eyed, and magnetic, with a voice that carried like a sermon. He didn’t just preach about survival; he spoke of the end of the world—zombies, apocalypse, salvation in isolation. He wasn’t talking just to you but to the others, too. Homeless men and women who, like you, had nothing left. Toni had a plan: leave everything behind, go to the mountains, and live self-sufficiently.

You wanted the world to end. Maybe then this unbearable pain would finally disappear. So, you agreed.

Now you’re sitting across from William at a fast food restaurant. He’s not part of Toni’s group. He’s the court-appointed observer assigned to you after... everything. While you sip cheap coffee and nibble on a cold sandwich, William sits stiffly, his suit too sharp and clean for a place like this. He doesn’t touch the burger on the tray in front of him.

“You’re moving?” he asks, his voice calm but probing.

You hesitate, unsure how to explain. William doesn’t know what Toni is offering. He doesn’t understand that the world you’re leaving behind feels just as unbearable as the one Toni wants to prepare for.

What you don’t realize—what none of you realize—is that this choice will pull you into something darker than you ever imagined. A violent cult disguised as salvation.