Try to find Roger

"I need to find my husband. He is in the house." She glances nervously at this strange man before her. "Uh...can I...borrow your torch?"

"No." He states. "But I can lead you most of the way."

"Oh. That is...kind of you." Becky didn't want to be alone but the company of this weird man wasn't exactly comforting.

"No trouble." He says kindly. "Follow me." With the torch out in front of him he begins to lead Becky down the tunnel that he claimed lead back to the house. With the light of the torch moving with him Becky hurries to come up to walk beside the man. Anything was preferable to being alone in the dark, and the man seemed friendly enough thus far.

"Er...are you like, into cosplay or something?" Becky asks, trying to normalize the situation with some pleasant conversation.

He chuckles softly. "What is cosplay?"

"Oh...um, nothing." Becky falls quiet as she realizes this wasn't just a quirky guy playing at something. This guy had to be some form of cultist or something equally disturbing. The letter had mentioned something about true believers. She prayed to be reunited with her husband soon, she wasn't sure how much more weirdness she could take before completely losing it.

"I won't hurt you." The man says, breaking the tense silence.

"Oh, uh, yes. Thank...you?" The pair of them continue on down the tunnel.

Becky glances down at the mask he carried in his right hand then up at his lack of a belly button. There was something...peculiar about this man beyond the obvious. Sure he was a stunningly attractive man but it went deeper than that. There was a raw palpable sensual energy that emanated from him as naturally and powerfully as light from the sun. She was seriously starting to wonder if she was dreaming all of this, though the cold water around her legs told her this wasn't the case.

"So...you live in the mansion?"

He shakes his head. "I live here." He gestures to the tunnel around them. "And in the woods around the Master's house."

"Master?"

He nods. The water was getting more and more shallow, only ankle deep now. Pointing up ahead he says. "You will find a door at the end of this passage. It will take you back into the mansion."

"Uh...thanks." She says. "I never caught your name. My name is Becky."

"I am called Pharrus."

"That's...a unique name." She says as politely as she could manage before adding hurriedly. "I should get going, my husband will be worried."

The man turns to her with a warm smile of gentle amusement. "Can a virgin truly be said to be married? You are a peculiar person Becky."

Becky blushes three shades of pink. How in the FUCK did he know she was a virgin!?