Dialogue
"Why aren't you worshiping me, mortal?"
"Not interested, thanks."
Marissa sat with the other overnight guests for dinner and was the only one not following everyone else. When it came to different customs of different compounds, she normally didn’t participate. She struggled enough with her own home situation.
"Why aren't you worshiping me, mortal?" said the compound’s delusional leader.
"Not interested, thanks." Marissa smiled.
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