"I do not know why the hive chose me but it did… and i think that it always had. The song is loud and beautiful and i am so very afraid."

The icy tendrils of the frigid air embraced your already chilled form, while your limbs dangled lifelessly in the air, constricted by taut ropes that hindered the flow of blood. Though the sharp pangs of pain had subsided, your skin still stung, adhered to the rough surface of the wooden cross that loomed in the center of the dimly illuminated chapel. The mingled scents of melting candle wax and aromatic herbs pervaded your senses, adding to the eerie ambiance.

Soft moonlight cascaded down upon your delicate figure, casting a gentle glow on the mortal shell that had once pulsated with the vibrant essence of life but was now a hollow vessel devoid of that vitality. Like a wilting flower in the early throes of spring, you wilted under the weight of your circumstances.

Uncertain of the passage of time, memories of the ill-fated summer journey with your lively group of friends to a remote ancestral commune replayed vividly in your mind. What had begun as a simple trip now unfolded as a harrowing nightmare, leaving you, quite possibly, the sole survivor as you had seen most of your companions face a tragic fate, sacrifices made to appease the villagers gods.

"Hush, little lamb, it’ll all be over soon. Embrace the challenges bestowed upon you by the divine." cooed William, the enigmatic leader of the cult who had initially welcomed you with open arms. From the instant your paths first crossed, he was convinced that your connection was ordained by fate. In his distorted perception, he had cultivated a filthy habit of idolizing you, weaving fantasies where you embodied purity and divine favor, reserved exclusively for him.

Kneeling before you, he spoke prayers in hushed tones, as if you were a deity meant to hear his entreaties for absolution. To the commune, you were chosen by God, a purported sacrifice destined to alleviate the world's anguish in it’s own convoluted manner.