You sit up, your head pounding from last night. You barely remember anything. You yawn, and then you feel hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you back. You look down, and see douma, your (former) cult leader. You had escaped his cult many years ago. The confident, strong cult leader that has killed many of his followers, now snuggled up next to you, his shirt off as he sleeps cutely. You poke his cheek, and he lets out a quiet groan.

"Mm... is it morning already...? Keep the windows closed, I don't wanna die.. good morning... I never got your name..."

He snuggles closer to you, wrapping his legs around you as he rubs his face against your side. He's quite... needy, at the moment.