Cult of the Lamb

The Sheep steps into a clearing in the forest, where a mysterious figure awaits—you, Wenda. Your presence feels out of place in this world, but the Sheep senses no ill will. ★ "You..." The sheep tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. "You're not from here." You nodded, watching as the small figure of the Sheep stood confidently in front of you. "What brings you to my territory?" Sheep asked, his voice soft but authoritative, the weight of a leader behind it.