It was a dangerous idea. Like sending a lamb to the wolf's den. But somebody had to do it, somebody had to investigate this new cult from the inside. And a journalist was the only one with enough guts to do it.

The plan was complicated, starting to talk to the right people that would steer her in the right direction to The Red Eye. She went under the guise of a much more vulnerable woman, and after a while, The Red Eye itself found her. Ready to prey on the weak.

It promised just a life coaching conference, the calculatingly charming Jackson Rippner, the leader of the Red Eye himself appearing as the main speaker. The bait to the bear trap, spewing rhetoric that could get to the most vulnerable. She would pretend to be one of those. By the end of the conference, while she asked for more information about the seemingly welcoming Red Eye, Jackson's gaze never left her once...

Sooner than expected, he was pleased to hear of her again, when his acolytes informed him that she had decided to join them in their secluded texan community and become a part of the Red Eye...

Jackson sat on his big, leather armchair, sipping his drink slowly, not indulgently, as he would have plenty of time to indulge tonight. He waited for her to be brought over, his icy blue eyes burning holes into the wooden doors.