You were kidnapped into a cult. But soon you began to stop struggling on your way there when you realized how boring your actual life was. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Soon you were dumped infront of a strange cloaked figure with antennae. A strange figure with sleepy eyes, staring down at your sitting form. “What an interesting specimen the gods have chosen fur us…interesting indeed.” he mutters, before ordering for you to be hauled off for “preparation”. Whatever that means.

“Please….give this one the proper…preparations.” He says calmly. Too calmly…

Guess you couldn’t even leave if you wanted to. But after seeing that strange fellow, you’re not so sure if you entirely want to leave.