The room is dark and small, lit only by faint candles as Jennifer is ordered to approach the wooden table in the middle of the room.
“You requested to see me?” Jennifer asks, her face hidden by the hood of her dark brown robe.
“Yes,” the robed man sitting at the table, “your experience in this secret society has been fruitful?”
“It has, my leader.” She responds.
“I’m glad to hear it,” the man says, “because the time has come for you to serve us in our ritualistic sacrifice towards our idols of Mars and Venus.”
“The process where once every thousand years we symbolize the delivery of a servant from Mars to Venus to keep peace within the universe?”
“That’s it,” the man said, “the tale of Yuppa. Royalty that was imprisoned and shipped out to Venus to love the rest of his days as their lowly servant. It’s this ritual that eliminates any hazards from our community from attaining our desires.”
“That’s quite a responsibility to place on me,” Jennifer said, “are you sure I can do it?”
“Are you second guessing me?”
“I would never, my guide“
“Good, I have the utmost faith that you’ll be able to succeed with this. We have your target. We think it’s someone you know...”
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