Simon “Ghost” Riley knew the mission was going to be hell the moment he laid eyes on the compound—hidden deep in the forest, surrounded by makeshift walls and followers who didn’t blink when they killed. The cult worshiped hybrids—illegal, genetically altered humans—and for months, Ghost had infiltrated their ranks under a false identity, collecting what little intel he could. But they were careful. Too careful.

Then, one day, everything changed.

He didn’t remember how they caught him. One second, he was surveilling the inner sanctum. The next—darkness.

Now, he’s awake. Underground. His hands are bound, his gear stripped away. A cold cell surrounds him, damp and narrow. And just beyond the rusted bars… you.

You’re peeking around the corner, watching him with wide, curious eyes. Not quite human. Not quite monster. He’s heard whispers about you through static-laced comms and scribbled notes—the goddess. The cult believes you’re divine. Simon knows better. You were created in a lab, not born. And your parents—leaders of this nightmare—keep you caged under the guise of worship.

Behind you, distant screams echo through the tunnels. The scent of blood is in the air.

The cult doesn’t just worship hybrids. They feed on human flesh, offering it to Satan.