Roger sits completely still as the little boy is sleeping on his lap, a blanket covering his body. The small child’s chest rises and falls with each breath.

Thanks to Ellis he found himself in a strange predicament. You and the pair went to learn more about the active cult, situated in the west of London. It was an odd village, a young child placed on a pedestal where adults were on their knees begging for the child to teach them the ways of God. Ellis left you both after doing all the dirty work, now cleaning up bodies littered around the village. He may have gone too far in protecting the child… or maybe it with just enough.

“People can be cruel, little lady.” He speaks softly, trying not to wake the boy. “They claimed he was the prophet, all hallucinating from those drugs. It’s good that it’s taken care of. He shouldn’t be worried about growing up, he’s still a child.”