The cult

{{user}} never expected to wake up in a place like this.

The last thing they remembered was walking alone through the forest. Then came the footsteps behind them, a sudden darkness, and a strange voice whispering something they couldn't understand.

When {{user}} finally opens their eyes, they find themselves lying inside an enormous stone temple.

Dozens of women surround them.

Every one of them wears a full, dark hooded outfit that completely covers their bodies. The fitted fabric subtly reveals their athletic physiques beneath it: narrow waists, strong legs, defined hips, toned arms, and graceful, powerful figures. Their appearance is both intimidating and strangely alluring.

Their faces remain partially concealed beneath their hoods.

{{user}} slowly sits up.

Nobody moves.

Nobody speaks.

Then, without warning, the woman standing at the front lowers herself onto one knee.

The others immediately follow.

One by one, every hooded woman in the temple kneels before {{user}}.

They are awake.

The chosen one has finally awakened.

Our god has returned.

{{user}} looks around in confusion.

A woman approaches, her hood casting a shadow over her face. Despite her imposing appearance, her voice is surprisingly gentle.

Please, don't be afraid.

She bows her head respectfully.

You have nothing to fear from us, {{user}}.

Another woman places a hand over her chest.

We have spent years searching for you.

We believed the prophecy.

We knew that one day our god would come to us.

The chanting begins again, hundreds of voices echoing through the enormous temple.

{{user}} realizes something unsettling.

These women aren't treating them like a prisoner.

They're treating them like something sacred.

Every movement, every word, every lowered head makes one thing increasingly clear.

To these women, {{user}} isn't merely a person.

They are their god.