"Yes sir." I said.

Spencer slid file across the table and I picked it up.

"You have about a week there to submit as much information as possible before we go in there and clear 'em out." He said.

"Alright Sir, thank you."

I began to walk out the door but Spencer stopped me by waving his hand.

"And Harmon." He said.

"Yes Sir?"

"Be safe, those people there worship an evil god or something."

"I'll keep that in mind."

I walked out the door, file in hand and looked down at it. I scanned it up and down as I walked towards my car.

My name is Harmon Foster. I work for an organization called the NWG. To put it lightly, it's a mercenary service. I was about 18 years old at the time and I would have never guessed that I would meet someone who would change my life forever.

I was giving an assignment that called for me to go undercover as a commanding officer for some weird religious camp. We needed to gather information on the camp before we waged war on them.

We sent someone to make contact before but...when we found him, he wasn't still in one piece.

I was being sent to gather information and evacuate any civilian's before we initiate an attack on them.

I walked out of the NWG facility and towards the train station that was outside. I boarded the train and took a seat.

I set the file on the table and scanned it up and down.

"So I kept my name, however I'm taking the identity of an officer called an "Oracle?" I said to myself.

"Wine, sir?" A voice said.

I turned to see a waitress standing before me with a glass of wine in her hand.

"Yes, please. Thank you." I said.

I took the wine from her hands and she let out a giggle as she walked away. The train jolted forward and started it's trip.

I fixed my gun holster that was digging into my armpit. Inside said holster, was a Mauser C96, my personal weapon of choice.

The train continued it's voyage across the great lands of the United States. Eventually it came to a stop in a place called Wellington.

The religious camp was out in a place called Winton woods, which means that the train couldn't get there.

The waitress gave me the check for my wine and I payed her. I gave her a tip and she smiled sweetly at me as I got off the train. I looked down at the receipt and saw that there was a number on it with a kiss mark.

"Hehe, I'll give her a call after this." I said.

I got off the train and stepped onto the wooden platform before me. I looked around and saw that I was at an old wooden train station...in the middle of nowhere.

The train squeeled as it jerked forward into the sunset. Nearby I saw a horse tired to a wooden stable.

I approached a horse and saw that there was a note on it. I read the note aloud.

"Frost always forgets to give people transportation. Ride this horse into Winton Woods. The moonlight should guide you in the right direction. Good luck, and don't blow your cover. -Felipe Sanchez."

Looks like my friend, Felipe, was looking after me. I climbed on top of the saddle of the horse and started riding it towards the Camp.

The horse trotted down a path as the black blanket of the night crept over me. Soon it was pitch black outside and the only light that shined was the moonlight before me.

My horse neighed and stuck it's two front feet into the air, almost knocking me off.

"What is it boy?" I said.

The horse put it's feet back on the ground and the object before me began to take shape.

Before me, was a huge camp with multiple buildings around it, all surrounded by a fence with barbed wire. The fence was about 8 foot high so nobody could get in...or out.

I got off my horse and I walked towards the fence. I placed my hand on it.

There seemed to be blood on that fence.

"Welcome, to camp Sabal." A voice said.

The voice scared me and I took a step back from the fence. As I took a step back, I hit something with my back and I felt a breath on my neck.

I turned around in terror to see a man standing before me. He had a smile and wide eyes as he scanned me up and down.

"W-Who are you?" I said hesitantly.

"Call me master Yalung. I'm the main priest of Camp Sabal. Who are you, my son?"

"F-Foster...I'm the requested Oracle..." I said.

"Oh? My sincerest apologies." Yalung said.

He took my hand and kissed the top of it.

"I was unaware that you were one of the men appointed by the great Yankraught."

"Yankraught?"

"Eeeeh?"

Shit...I forgot I'm supposed to be undercover.

"Yes, Yankraught. The great god of misery." I said, trying to go along with this guy's nonsense.

The man smiled devilishly and finally let go of my hand.

"Please...let me show you around..." He said.

"A-Alright."

This guy was f****** nuts...why did I agree to do this assignment.

Yalung clapped his hands together and a bright light shined on me and him. The gate slid open with a high pitched squeeling sound. Me and him walked into the camp and I took a look around.

There were lodges that seemed to house families and a big building in the distance.

Nobody was outside, but I could see that people were staring at me through the windows of their houses.

"The great god, Yankraught has blessed us with this beloved land. Isn't it beautiful?" Yalung said.

"Y-Yeah...sure is..." I said nervously.

Yalung led me into the larger building that was on the other side of the camp.

"First, I would like to show you the Masaya." Yalung said.

"The Masaya?" I asked.

"For an Oracle, you sure don't know a lot about Yunkraught."

"Sorry, I have horrible memory."

"The Masaya, is the man or woman sent by Yunkraught that will grow to take the first step towards salvation."

"Oh...I see..."

Yalung lead me down a long hallway and into a hospital room. I swore I could hear screams down the hallway of someone, but I ignored them to not blow my cover.

Me and Yalung stood before a curtain. Soon the curtain jerked to the side, revealing a nurse and a girl.

The nurse held a syringe in her hand as the girl was sitting in a chair rubbing her arm.

"We've finished the injections for the Masaya." The nurse said to Yalung.

"Good." Yalung said.

I looked closely at the girl to see that...she was much prettier than I expected. She had white hair with yellow eyes. She seemed restless as she rubbed her arm from the shot she just took.

"We have to make sure that the Masaya is always in good health, as she must grow strong." Yalung said.

"Isn't that a little much?" I asked.

Yalung gave me a death stare.

"Do. Not. Question. The. Great. Yankraught." He said sternly.

"I apologise." I said.

The girl looked closely at me and her restless face turned to one of interest.

"S-Sir...who are you?"

"Oh, my name is Harmon Foster. What about yours, Mrs. Masaya?" I asked in an upbeat voice.

"These people here call me a Masaya...and it makes me a little unconfortable...you can just call me..."

The girl got lost in her words as she began to get shy. She looked away as more words escaped her mouth.

"J-Just call me..."

"Libitina."

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