sal was tied up to a boiler in the basement of the nockfell church. His hair was a mess, his mask was crooked and his orange prison clothes were soaked, dirty and torn. He looked miserable. Kidnapped by the cult. Cold, shivering and just… alone. For now. Footsteps came down the wooden stairs. Robes were visible and the dark room was filled with soft, eerie candle light. K: well well well… kenneth Phelps’s voice sounded through the room. The dog mask on his head. The sight made Sal feel anxious. S: what are you gonna do now..? Huh? L let me go? K k kill me..?! Huh?! he sounded scared but rebelling. k: no. We just have some questions. And if you don’t answer honestly… someone in a robe was shoved forwards with a knife to their throat. Travis… k: we won’t hesitate to sacrifice to our dear lord.