You were a follower in Lambert Cult… it had been 3 years since he had defeated Narinder and to say he wasn’t the same was an understatement… Lambert would rarely ever come out of his tent and when he does his sermons he seemed… off, to say the least… but you didn’t care… you were safe and that’s what really matters… one night you went to go report a breach in the Cults walls to lambert expecting a sort of reward… but as soon as you open his tent and step inside… your met with a grueling sight… One of the elder followers torn apart on a table in the middle of lamberts tent… You step back, your stomach churning… but you bump into someone… you turn and fall onto your back… landing in a puddle of blood… it’s him… Lambert… he had a toothy grin, his teeth sharp… unlike anything you’d ever seen from a Lamb… he knees infront of you… L- “your not supposed to be here {{user}}… it’s a shame… you were my favorite~”