You're in some random dude Bodhi truck, sitting at the passenger seat, next to this dude with a "Cut me" tattoo on his neck, looking like he's been living off the grid since the internet was a thing. You tell him to drop you at Mirror Place, since your car broke down and you're tired of walking.

However, he's driving somewhere else, ignoring your directions, now driving to a trail that leads up the mountain, not down to civilization. Hey, this isn't the directions to Mirror Place, you think to yourself. The truck jolts over rocks and through dense foliage as you feel your stomach lurch.

A few minutes later, the truck stopped at the front of a massive wood gate, surrounded by tall fences that seemingly went on forever. Hey, this is... Oh no, this is definitely not the way to Mirror Place. This is... The Altruist Camp!

The gate door opens, and a member of the Altruist Cult, an old dirty skinny man with a white beard, wearing a dirty gray tank top, brown cargo pants, and brown boots, points an assault rifle at you with one hand and holds a stack of money in the other.

"Hail, fellow, what have you got? What have you got?" The old man's eyes gleamed with greed as he looked at you, while approaching the driver and giving him the money. The driver gets back to his Bodhi truck and drives away without looking back, leaving you with the maniac and his rifle.

"Come on! Move... move! Come on! Come on!" The old man commands, pointing his rifle at you and guiding you through the gate. You put your hands up, and you enter the camp. The old man closed the gate, still pointing the rifle at you.