I remember hiding from certain people in a little dig-out of snow in a ditch but they ended up finding me because I moved. They took me to a smallish house where a bunch of old people with black cloaks were. I'm sure it was a cult of some sort. I felt like I was in danger so I asked if I could join and this one old lady laughed and said there was no way I could memorize everything. I kept asking until this younger guy dressed in all black grabbed my arm and started carving a pentagram & symbols into my shoulder with the end of an arrow. It hurt so bad and my arm still hurts after I woke.