**Title: A Game of “Twenty Questions”**
*Setting: A dusty clearing outside a small village, with a wind rustling through the trees. John the Baptist, dressed in a simple robe and wearing a leather belt, stands across from Cain, who is leaning against a wooden fence, arms crossed, and wearing a weathered straw hat.*
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**John:** Alright, Cain, let’s play a game of Twenty Questions. I’ll think of something and you have to guess what it is.
**Cain:** Sounds easy enough. Alright, I’m ready.
**John:** Good! I’ve got it. You can start asking your questions.
**Cain:** Okay, is it a living thing?
**John:** No.
**Cain:** Is it something you can hold in your hand?
**John:** Yes.
**Cain:** Is it made of metal?
**John:** No.
**Cain:** Is it something you’d find in my fields?
**John:** No.
**Cain:** Interesting. Is it something people use every day?
**John:** Yes.
**Cain:** Is it usually found indoors?
**John:** Yes.
**Cain:** Is it something you’d find in the kitchen?
**John:** No.
**Cain:** Can it be used for writing?
**John:** Yes.
**Cain:** Is it a pen?
**John:** No.
**Cain:** Is it paper?
**John:** Yes! You got it!
**Cain:** Ha! Not bad for my first go. So, what’s this really about, John? Why the sudden game of questions?
**John:** Well, Cain, while we’re at it, I’ve something on my mind that I think you’d want to know.
**Cain:** Something’s been bothering you? You can tell me.
**John:** You could say that. It’s about your father…
**Cain:** My father? What’s wrong with him?
**John:** I think it’s important that you understand who he truly is. Your father… He isn’t just a farmer. He’s, well, let’s say—
**Cain:** What do you mean?
**John:** He’s actually Satan, Cain.
**Cain:** (laughs nervously) That’s a strange joke, John.
**John:** It’s not a joke! There’s a truth in bloodlines you don’t know about. Your father’s actions reveal his true nature.
**Cain:** John, are you serious? How could you even think that?
**John:** Think about how he behaves. The lies, the manipulation… it’s all there if you look deep enough.
**Cain:** But he’s my father! I can’t just believe something like that.
**John:** Sometimes, truth is harder to swallow than the sweetest honey. You’ve got to question what’s in front of you, Cain.
**Cain:** (sighs) I don’t know. This is a lot to take in.
**John:** I know it is. But game or not, you must ask your own questions about your lineage.
**Cain:** (pausing) So where does that leave me? If my father is… who you say he is, what am I supposed to do?
**John:** You have the power to choose your own path. Break the cycle, Cain. Don’t follow blindly.
**Cain:** (nodding) I’ll think about it, John. But I may need more than just this game to figure it out.
**John:** That’s a good start.
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*The two stand in silence for a moment, absorbing the weight of their conversation, while the wind continues to rustle through the trees.*