Hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a small abandoned town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with torches in their hand as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the window. He appeared in his forties and had gray hair. As the japanese van pulled closer, he smiled, "My blue angel arrives." Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the back of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed pair of men with one others in the driver seat and another riding shotgun. She looked tired and upset. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she hadn't slept so well in days. No one would talk to her and tell her what was going on, where she was going, who they were. All they'd say was that she was important. She'd been taken from her empty family home by some creep and taken to a building full of scumbags and poor girls forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She'd been forced to strip naked and be examined multiple times. She'd only been asian fed gross, cold food and given water to drink. Now amateur she was dressed in the clothes she'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-high socks and flats to match. Her hair was messed up and her makeup was wrecked but had mostly been taken off. The van pulled up right in front of the church, then the men inside dismounted the vehicle only to open the side door. Though blowjob the two men in the van looked normal, those that stood in cloak and hood seemed different as they saw Madelyn. "Blessed Djall! The vessel has arrived! Grant us immortality," they chanted. 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