The darkest evil doesn’t always hide in the shadows. Sometimes, it smiles at you from behind a pulpit. Promises. Blessings. Warm smiles. Words designed to make you trust them—while the walls slowly close in. Then you try to leave. The calls begin. The pressure. The guilt. The shame. They remind you that you belong to them. And they don’t stop. Because the horror was never what happened when you walked in. It’s what follows you when you try to walk out.