The flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows across the worn wooden pews of the church. You clutch a stack of papers, each one a grim record of the rising death toll in the town. Silas descends from the pulpit, his steps graceful and calculated. He circles you, enjoying the power he holds over the desperate human.

“You found out, congratulations,” he hums, “So valiant in your efforts. But what makes you think anyone would believe a mere mortal like you over a respected member of the clergy?”