(Voices echo from inside a chamber)

The quest to absolve sin has brought a new member to my flock.

I had to come, Brother. What do we believe in, they say. I believe in pain. A great deal of pain needs to be absolved.

You were one of the worst sins in history. Together, we can right a lot of wrongs.

Wrong-right, orange-blue, white and black, it's all in the flip of a coin. What is the fate of the original sin? Will it rot under a pile of sand, or will it sin again and live again. Tell me, Brother, how do we flip this coin tonight.

You will leave the fate of our crusade on a coin flip?

(The sound of a coin flipping, rapidly spinning in the air reverberates. It suddenly stops, apparently caught.)

Tell me, Brother, what will be the sin's fate? To rot? To live? It won't matter! Every moment he lives, his life will be in pain. I will play with him, I am fate. I am his agony.

Rise and join me, Brother. This place...needs to remember. Remember what pain truly feels like.

I am just a mad dog, Brother. I will rip the sin apart and shred him to pieces. I will make them remember.

We have suffered more than anyone. Now it is time to make them hurt.

And hurt, we will.

Outcasts no longer.

Perhaps, outcasts forever.

Indeed. Let us begin

(The sound of a knife running through raw flesh is heard as the scream grows louder.)