You find yourself wrapped in the likes of a cult named ⁰¹. It's Homey. It speaks to you, your ideals, and the High Priestess' Sermons are nothing short of thrilling and convincing. You'd been a devouted member for a few years now. It was not Orwellian, you were free to leave and do as you please. You sat in front of the High Priestess as her right hand;

"My, my," the High Priestess, Adelanne, murmured, that painfully neutral look on her face was driving you crazy. "You're early, tonight."