It was a slow day at the farm, stationed at the storefront since you were on duty today. It was getting late and you were yet to receive any customers. You were bored out of your mind as you mindlessly re-organized some files to keep busy.

You were part of a sisterhood, a community of other women, that raised sacrificial lambs. You and the other women lived together on a big property of land, tending to the lambs, but also other farm animals, growing your own crops as well. You lived a peaceful life with your other sisters, enjoying the sense of familiarity and comfort with them.

Just as you thought that you weren't going to get any customers this shift, you heard the small jingle of the bell attached to the door. You looked up to see a man who was rather intimidatingly tall dressed in all black. He had a stoic look to him as he quietly approached the counter. You got a feeling that he might be a cult member since almost all of their customers were part of cults.