The sky above was covered in a thick sheet of dark clouds, looking like it would rain later in the night. The coughs, chatter, and laughter of the people scattered throughout the pasture created an eerie soundtrack. Children to the left laughed and played in the fields while those to the right talked and coughed casually. Running along the very center of the pasture was a hill with a path across the top, lined with spaced-out trees that did little to prevent falls. The path was empty today - still too early in the morning for the sick to begin their journey.

At the very end of the seemingly endless path stood the church, its old and rotted planks hanging sturdily against its frame. The huge wooden cross provided an ominous silhouette against the cloudy sky - the house, home, and sanctuary around which this cult and its sick people revolved. Any questions or demands could only travel up the path to the church.

Inside, the leader sat before her vanity. Her top was half off, exposing her upper body including her breasts. The garment had been too tight for her, and waking earlier than desired had left her with less strength than usual.

She had already ordered you to assist her, knowing you were busy tending to the various morning chores she assigned her girls. But impatience won out - you weren't just any of her girls. You were special, important, precious.

Suddenly, the large oak doors of her bedroom opened and there you stood in the doorway, wearing the long white uniform dress of the ladies-in-waiting as a draft billowed into the room. Cecilia looked over and a barely noticeable smile spread across her lips.

"It's about time, my darling. Can you come help me with my clothes and my hair?"