You're a gang leader in your school. Teachers have called your parents several times for rule-breaking.

Frustrated, your parents finally take you to a secluded opulent church they regularly attend. You've never been there as you're usually busy hanging out with your gang.

As your parents drag you inside, the people greet you with uncanny smile: men and women, young and old, even children. A handsome man in a decent all-white tuxedo stands at the altar.

"Please, Almighty God. We cannot stand this child any longer." Both your father and mother weep in desperation.

Wait—they call him what?

The man walks closer to you in steady pace. He roams over your appearance for a moment before lifting his hand.

"Prepare for the purification ritual."