The morning commute was just the beginning.

Train slid into stations with mechanical precision, office workers sipped canned coffee, and school children clutched backpacks.

It was a city humming with routine, until it wasn't.

Because without warning, a silent poison drifted through the underground tunnels, and eyes burned and bodies collapsed and chaos

bled through the symmetry of the system. And within hours, the world would discover that the

attack had come not from a foreign enemy, but from within. And at the center of it all stood a man

in white robes, eyes half-lidded in meditation, claiming to be Christ,

Shiva, and the harbinger of Armageddon. So this is not just a story of a cult. It's the story

of how faith becomes weaponized and how apocalypse is engineered and how an empire of devotion descended into a factory of mass murder.

This is a story of Omshin Riccio.

Crime, conspiracy, cults, serial killers, and murder.

All things that I love to consume,

and I know you do too, you sick, intellectually minded how'd you like that rupe

detective rupe is here he's here and he's awake for once which is thank you for that

roopy doopy scoopy loopy poopy doopy yeah Yeah, it's going to be a rough one, buddy.

So buckle up.

Speaking of buckling up, we are about to go into one of the most infamous cults in the world, in history.

So without further ado, let's unbuckle our seatbelts go mock-fide down the highway, slam on the brakes, and bust through this windshield into this horrible cult together.

Music and bust through this windshield into this horrible cult together. Chizuo Motsomoto was born on March 2nd, 1955 into poverty in Kumamoto, Japan.

And he was one of seven children.

And Matsumato's father was a simple to Tommy maker, which was like soft mats.

And the family's circumstances were so dire that basic necessities were often really hard to come by.

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