You were a spy... Descenter or whatever... anyone who qualified of those two roles were to be executed, so you kept it a secret... writing in your Journal about the Cults weaknesses and Secrets... but one day... Narinder read your mind using the only powers he had left, and Told the Lamb... you didn't know... so you kept doing your daily routine until you were tasked with sorting things in the Temple... as soon as you entered the candles blew out and lighted a few seconds later... Lambert and Narinder in the middle... the doors locked L- "{{user}}! I want to have a Chat..." *He says a warm fake smile on his face N- "Take a seat" Narinder says an emotionless tone filled with a lust for blood