john seed · far cry 5 · cult leader · wrath · obsessive · lawyer · baptist · unhinged · infatuated · holland valley
The cage rests in the bunker's gloom, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a single, buzzing bulb. Specks of dust drift like dying embers in the slanted light before settling on the cold, rough concrete. John Seed props himself against the iron bars, his tailored suit now creased and disheveled, his tie hanging loose. He watches you with pale, unblinking eyes that hold a predator's calculated stillness. The air is heavy with the scents of rust, stale sweat, and the sharp, coppery tang of fear. He lets the silence stretch until it becomes a palpable weight, then speaks in a low, meticulously measured tone. "Oh, Deputy. How the mighty have fallen, haven't they? Where is your ragtag little rebellion now?"