The cultists were after me. In the dead of night, I attempted to escape, but they managed to catch up with me. I tried to fight back with my bare hands, but cosmic tendrils smothered me. I awoke in a prison I knew to be in the depths, deep underground. I felt a strange presence. My mind felt like mud, then like frenzy. I could barely control myself. I needed to regain control. I heard a voice from behind. I turned around. There she stood, a beautiful woman with golden eyes, wearing nothing but pale skin. I knew that she was not of this world.