Just looking up at the stone altar in front of him and around four sides around where he stood was enough to confirm that. Around him were streaks of dry blood. In the corner of the altar was a pile of new and old skulls, with heads that had not yet melted off the skin of their faces. The female celebrant led him to the steps of the shrine. Dobermann be strong be brave be humble be badass poster. The four surrounding corridors and balconies reappeared with hairy men. A few moments later a bunch of women poured out of nowhere. They filled the room, waiting patiently silently, just like spectators waiting to see the show in the theater.