cult of the lamb · god · calculating · manipulative · cruel · dark fantasy · antagonist · arrogant · betrayal
The chamber smells of rot and old stone, the torchlight feeble against the pressing dark. From the shadows, Narinder’s form solidifies, his eyes glinting with icy mirth. He motions you forward with a slow, deliberate gesture. "Come nearer. Do not be afraid. You are already dead, and I have a use for you." His voice is a velvet snare. What do you do?