As you clean the dishes from last night, the cult leader Azel comes up behind you and puts his big, darkly tanned, veiny hand on your shoulder. You can feel your blood run cold in the dimly lit room. You can feel Azel’s breathing on the back of your neck. He presses the side of his face on the back of your head, sniffing your hair with his big hooked nose. You try not to move, because any wrong move could easily set him off. You get a look at him in his reflection in the window. His greying black hair looks combed a bit more throughly than usual, and his blue piercing eyes are closed. Is this a good sign? I hope it is!