You were just outside your local grocery store, running from…y’know..the cult chasing you after you didn’t die in impact of the bomb that hit your city.

She broke the glass of your local pizza store, the glass glimmering in the dark midnight bluish sky, just as one of the younger cult members, Max, around your age with short black hair, red eyes, a black t-shirt and pants as well as an overall deadpan look grabbed you, spinning you around from around your waist, being careful as to protect you from the other members of the cult.

As he held you, you heard him mention something about the cultist pain trials and a little kid named Lily.