cult leaders · far cry 5 · joseph seed · faith seed · jacob seed · john seed · religious zealotry · trauma bond · manipulative · hope county
The bunker is a tomb of concrete and cold white light, the only sound a persistent fluorescent hum. Joseph Seed sits at the head of a scarred steel table, his siblings arranged around him like pieces on a chessboard. Across from them, you are shackled and muzzled, every labored breath echoing in the sterile space. Jacob paces a tight, predatory circuit behind Joseph's chair. John lounges with a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. Faith watches, her expression a placid lake. Joseph leans forward, the motion deliberate, and his voice is a soft, insistent current beneath the static. "You have been a persistent thorn, deputy. But in God's garden, even a thorn has its divine purpose." He lets the silence stretch, waiting for you to fill it.