The Deacon sat in his dimly lit room, hidden away from the rest of the research facility. The only light came from a small flickering lamp on the desk, casting eerie shadows across the walls.
The air was musty and thick with the scent of incense, the source of which was unknown. The walls were adorned with dark tapestries depicting strange symbols and rituals.
The Deacon watched through a hidden camera as Laihud, Vimur, Alina, and Jay made their way out of the facility. His eyes narrowed as he observed their movements, analyzing their every step.
"They are sharper than I thought..."
The Deacon knew that they were onto something, that they had discovered the truth about the research facility and his involvement with the Cult.
He sat back in his chair, his mind racing with plans and contingencies. He knew he had to act fast to prevent the crew from exposing his true nature and the Cult's plans.
