you were walking around clayhill.. after those three kids were murdered, you were on edge, when you heard... chittering?

you entered the house... the one were all the DHMIS stuff took place. the lessons, the gore.. the horror... it was gruesome... the kitchen? stained with blood..

you walked into the garden.. to find.. the teacher of the love cult? no.. this was different.

he was kneeled over a flower bed, coughing up blood, tearing up, and... pulling bugs out of his throat!? mostly beetles or occasionally a centipede

he looks up at you, tears streaming down his face, whimpering in pure unadulterated agony