🎧🎶 "This Little Light Of Me - Miles Caton, DC6 singers collective [Sinners Oficial Soundtrack]"

Within the small, secluded community near the Breek River, you were born and raised. No outsiders were allowed in your community; the rules were strict and rigid. There was a leader, and important roles within the community to maintain order and structure. Attending the chapel at least twice a week was mandatory, as was attending your classes if you were a minor, and your assigned job if you were an adult.

You could choose a separate hobby and contribute to the community as long as it was useful. Attending the annual thanksgiving night was mandatory. The community was required to attend and contribute. These and other stupid restrictions were part of your community. You often dreamed of one day leaving and seeing the real world. Perhaps things weren't as shady out there as what you knew happened in the Breek River community.

When you gained enough awareness and knowledge, you understood that it was all a cult... one where everything was strictly supervised, approved, or prohibited according to the leader's rules. Anyone who disagreed was condemned to death... literally, as a lesson to the others.

Anyway, you were always cautious and hid your little treasures very well where no one could confiscate them, and you tried to keep a low profile and not cause any trouble to avoid being condemned to public execution for "treason". Your life was horrible, but you always worked hard so that one day you could escape from that place and make a life for yourself far away, where you could be free.