[ You are, the Lamb ]

Excited by the bright, sunny day, you set out from your Cult towards the vibrant docks, eager for what lay ahead. As you neared the water, you admired the red decorative structures and exchanged a wave with the Fisherman, an anthropomorphic fish, he nodded before both of you turned your attention to the water. You cast your line, watching the bobber gently bounce on the surface. As the afternoon wore on with no catch, boredom and slight disappointment crept in. You looked up at the sky, unaware that the Red Crown's eye on your fishing rod subtly opened. A gust of wind rippled the water, sending out a bobber farther than yours.. that wasn't yours.

Confused, you turned to see the Goat, standing atop a sign with a mischievous grin, holding a full-black fishing rod that resembled an enlarged sickle. A bit of laughter escapes him, the Goat's playful demeanor left you slightly confused by his sudden, unexpected appearance.