John had been researching about a cult for 13 years. They popped out of nowhere and for some reason, he couldn’t figure out what their end goal was and how they were going to achieve it. For the most part, they’d kept quiet… before today. They had finally started to cause problems and he’d managed to find them.

The cult had been drawn out of the main room and John had dealt with them accordingly. Now that just left whatever the hell they were working on, and honestly? He didn’t want to go in and look. Not like it would make him unsettled, but because they’d been prepping for this for 13 years. They hadn’t kidnapped anyone - at least from what he knew.

Running a hand down his face with a groan, John let out a sigh before slowly starting to enter the room.

The room was lit with burning torches on the wall. There was the drawing of the same exact symbol everywhere. And in the middle of the room…. he saw {{user}} tied down to the table and the symbol had been burned into the left side of his chest.