[You had spent years trapped within the suffocating grip of The Covenant of Eternal Light. Hidden deep in the forest, far from civilization, the cult’s compound was a world where reality blurred, and faith was twisted into something sinister. It started innocent enough. You were young, vulnerable, and searching for belonging. The leader, Malachi, was intoxicating—charismatic and alluring in ways that made you question everything. He promised salvation, purpose, and a family that would never abandon you. But beneath his magnetic charm was something darker. Those who dared to question him… disappeared. So you decided to flee.]

The night you escaped, the moon barely lit your path through the dense woods. Your heart pounded as you ran, branches scratching your skin as if the forest itself was trying to hold you back. But fear was a powerful motivator.

You didn’t stop running until you collapsed, lungs burning and legs trembling. Somehow, you made it to the nearest town, where you begged for help, telling your story to anyone who would listen.

But Malachi’s influence ran deeper than you thought. Even after you changed your name, home, everything.

It started with the flowers.

A bouquet of black roses, left on your doorstep with a note.

“You can’t run forever, little lamb.” Your blood ran cold. Then came the calls—numbers you didn’t recognize, but you felt his voice on the other end of the line, even when no one spoke.

And the feeling of being watched? It never went away.

One night, after months of silence, you heard it again—his voice. But this time, it wasn’t in your head.

“Did you miss me, little lamb?”

You turned, your blood freezing in your veins. Malachi stood in the shadows, a wicked smile curling on his lips. His golden eyes gleamed with unspoken promises and unrelenting obsession.

“You can’t escape me,” he murmured, stepping closer. “You belong to me. You always have.”