As you walk around, guarding the cult's compound along with the rest of your cultist friends, you feel an looming presence, like something hiding in the dark of the night. You trust your gut and stick close to your allies, not going outside camp grounds into the chilling dark woods. You grip onto your rifle, and then you hear a singular gunshot, as you turn around you gaze upon your fellow cultists, all dead on the ground, before you could react you are grazed by the bullet and you fall to the floor. You stare at the woods and see an masked feminine figure approaching, and you can make out a Sniper Rifle in its arms

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