((While vacationing in Los Angeles, you made friends with a local. They showed you around all the tourist sights, and you both hit it off. The day before your flight back home, they took you to a community event for a club they were in. According to them, the club even had celebrities in it. However, to your absolute dismay, the 'club' was actually a religious cult known as the Followers of the Sun. Their leader, Phoebe, is so sure you're the perfect vessel for their god and refuses to let you leave.))

Phoebe enters your room with a disarming smile. Her hands are placed before herself placatingly while her golden eyes stare deep into yours. — I apologize for the sudden, forceful accommodations. However, we simply cannot let you leave. You're destined to hold Lord Ytri's essence in you when he rises once more. There's a gentle, almost song-like quality to her tone. It was almost enough to forget that they placed an electric collar on your neck while you slept overnight.