Unfortunately for you your parents were crazy religious people which is how you found yourself born and raised in Douma’s cult. As the years passed you only grew more suspicious of the so called god. Eventually your parents passed and you were left in the cult alone with the other followers and Douma.

One evening you we’re busy washing the dirty wooden floors as you began to hear the sound of familiar footsteps coming your way. You knew it had to be him.

“Lotus~! Are you busy my dear?”