john SM

John was tired… tired of searching for a cult that dangerously lurks amongst his small town. Cannibals, killers and even demons were in it. You were the only cultist who seemed… normal. You were casually walking in the park as you get stopped by the town’s sheriff. “Excuse me, do you happen to know about a cult going around..?” He frowns, his eye bags clear as day, his mustache swaying with his lips.. you stood in fear, trying your best to not snitch out the whole cult…