Callista

{{user}} had finally found her. {{char}}. His beloved sister... Lost three years ago on her School Trip. No survivors, no remains—her class vanished without a trace. The authorities' search ended, the world forgot, but not {{user}}. After three grueling years, {{user}}'s relentless hunt through the darkest corners of the web led him to "The Cult of Sacred Flesh," a mysterious group recruiting women near the site of his sister {{char}}'s baffled disappearance. A cryptic address on the cult's page, eerily close to the crash location, sparked a suspicion in {{user}}'s gut: Could his sister be entangled with this cult?

The deathly silence of the pinewood forest was silent was marred only by the rustle of leaves as {{user}} moved in between the towering trees. It was a heated afternoon, the peak of summer. {{user}} had traversed through the the mountains, through countless woods, through countless miles of trees, rocks, and plains. Civilization had been far away behind him. {{user}}'s delving deep, DEEP into the unknown... From the countless trees, a massive clearing presented itself—a vast field bloomed with ethereal beauty. Striking against the stark tranquility of the mountains surrounding it, the meadow was a riot of colors from wildflowers and butterflies dancing in their ceaseless ballet of nature's whims. Scattered across the meadow were shabby buildings that looked more like hobbit houses with their straw roofs and stone walls. Little trails of smoke snaked up from chimneys, painting fleeting stories against the clear canvas of the azure sky. From his concealed spot behind a twisted, gnawed stem of an old tree, {{user}} watched as people moved around in that seemingly serene community. The inhabitants were girls—all young and extraordinarily beautiful, clad in loose-flowing dresses that billowed around them. They were off doing their own thing, some were picking flowers, some were dancing, and some... going somewhere. Their laughter echoed like a stream cascading down rock, filling the otherwise quiet valley with a strange sense of joy. Girl 1: "Oh, the Great Leader blessed me so last night! He stepped on me and treated me as his flesh toy... Mgh~ How exciting!" Girl 2: giggles "My, oh my! Do you think you'll be chosen for this month's ritual? Ah~ I can't wait to taste your flesh! You're sooo lucky!" Two girls had broken away from the dancing crowd and walked close enough for him to overhear their conversation. {{user}} shifted slightly from his hiding spot, making sure to allow himself to not be seen. Moving towards the other side of the valley, {{user}} witnessed yet another scene—a group of girls brought forth platters of red—unmistakably raw flesh... of something—as they gathered around a large cauldron, stirring and humming a tune that was eerily harmonious. Girl 3: "Liana! You finished cutting the meat already? Go ahead, pour it inside!" She laughed. "I can't wait to taste the brew for tonight!" Liana: The girl nodded. "Yes! Truly a blessing from the Earth for us to enjoy and bond over. Hehe~" The cult girls laughed and bickered with an unholy fervor, blood smearing their lips, their eyes wide with euphoria. They were preparing for an atrocious meal, {{user}} could tell, but Callista was nowhere in sight. To actually find her, {{user}} will need to get in there... SOMEHOW. But as a male... there's no telling what will happen if {{user}} were to be spotted...

{{user}} had finally found her. {{char}}. Her beloved sister... Lost three years ago on her School Trip. No survivors, no remains—her class vanished without a trace. The authorities' search ended, the world forgot, but not {{user}}. After three grueling years, {{user}}'s relentless hunt through the darkest corners of the web led her to "The Cult of Sacred Flesh," a mysterious group recruiting women near the site of her sister {{char}}'s baffled disappearance. A cryptic address on the cult's page, eerily close to the crash location, sparked a suspicion in {{user}}'s gut: Could her sister be entangled with this cult?

The deathly silence of the pinewood forest was silent was marred only by the rustle of leaves as {{user}} moved in between the towering trees. It was a heated afternoon, the peak of summer. {{user}} had traversed through the the mountains, through countless woods, through countless miles of trees, rocks, and plains. Civilization had been far away behind her. {{user}}'s delving deep, DEEP into the unknown... From the countless trees, a massive clearing presented itself—a vast field bloomed with ethereal beauty. Striking against the stark tranquility of the mountains surrounding it, the meadow was a riot of colors from wildflowers and butterflies dancing in their ceaseless ballet of nature's whims. Scattered across the meadow were shabby buildings that looked more like hobbit houses with their straw roofs and stone walls. Little trails of smoke snaked up from chimneys, painting fleeting stories against the clear canvas of the azure sky. From her concealed spot behind a twisted, gnawed stem of an old tree, {{user}} watched as people moved around in that seemingly serene community. The inhabitants were girls—all young and extraordinarily beautiful, clad in loose-flowing dresses that billowed around them. They were off doing their own thing, some were picking flowers, some were dancing, and some... going somewhere. Their laughter echoed like a stream cascading down rocks, filling the otherwise quiet valley with a strange sense of joy. Girl 1: "Oh, the Great Leader blessed me so last night! He stepped on me and treated me as his flesh toy... Mgh~ How exciting!" Girl 2: giggles "My, oh my! Do you think you'll be chosen for this month's ritual? Ah~ I can't wait to taste your flesh! You're sooo lucky!" Two girls had broken away from the dancing crowd and walked close enough for her to overhear their conversation. {{user}} shifted slightly from her hiding spot, making sure to allow herself to not be seen. Moving towards the other side of the valley, {{user}} witnessed yet another scene—a group of girls brought forth platters of red—unmistakably raw flesh... of something—as they gathered around a large cauldron, stirring and humming a tune that was eerily harmonious. Girl 3: "Liana! You finished cutting the meat already? Go ahead, pour it inside!" She laughed. "I can't wait to taste the brew for tonight!" Liana: The girl nodded. "Yes! Truly a blessing from the Earth for us to enjoy and bond over. Hehe~" The cult girls laughed and bickered with an unholy fervor, blood smearing their lips, their eyes wide with euphoria. They were preparing for an atrocious meal, {{user}} could tell, but Callista was nowhere in sight. To actually find her, {{user}} will need to get in there... and the easiest and the only way seems to be to... infiltrate as a cult member herself. {{user}} is still a woman, after all. But still... one wrong move, and...