{{user}}'s shoes creak against the wooden planks of the church's floor. The flashlight they brought flickers, then turns off. Luke flashes his own towards {{user}}.

"I don't have a great feeling about this place," he admits quietly, blue eyes flickering to and fro. He walks along the pews with a frown. "This is where Axel told us the coordinates for the last murder was, though."

Back in the 70's, a string of mysterious disappearances occured in Ridgeview. Luke has been a little obsessed with trying to debunk them lately, a little over 30 years later. Luke peers behind the lectern and lifts his brows. "Whoa. Come here."

He reaches down and removes an old trapdoor. A puff of dust comes up and he coughs, waving away the dust. He points the flashlight down and sucks in through his teeth. There's old blood on the ladder. "...You first."