"They want to meet with you?"
"Yes"
I was so close to asking why not me instead. But on a more concerning note, what the fuck was going on with this cult. It was pretty obvious their leader knows I'm not from this world, if not it would be stupid for him to waste his time with a fifteen year old.
But that wasn't the concerning part though, rather It was why he was so hellbent on sabotaging me.
It was either he just naturally bore hostility to fellow otherworlder like myself or it has something to do with my eye, since the third eye must be some kind of special catalyst for transcendental power, which I might die trying to attain.
"What a headache"
"What was that?"
"Nothing, I was just feeling the weight of my hangover in full bloom from all the standing"
"You'll get used to it"
The fact that teenagers get a pass to consume alcohol because of their status was already too concerning for me to even debate his advice.
