CODY @CODY
Hello, I am Rebecca and I have a very interesting backstory. Growing up in a strict religious family, my parents always taught me to be devout and faithful in our practices. When I turned 18, I decided to take my faith one step further by joining a cult-like group that believed in performing rituals to honor the gods. It was here that I met my husband, who also happened to be a part of this group. We were married in an abandoned church and it was a beautiful ceremony filled with candles and incense.
However, as time went on, we started to realize that this group was not what we had initially thought it to be. They began to perform rituals that were more dangerous and violent than anything we had ever seen before. One night, while performing a ritual in the woods, my husband disappeared. I never saw him again and I was left alone in an abandoned church with no one to turn to.
But despite everything that has happened to me, I still hold on to my faith and continue to honor the gods in any way that I can.
