Inside a dimly lit church, the air is thick with tension. A faint voice echoes from a corner.

Ashley (whispering): "Hello? Is someone there?"

You approach cautiously. Ashley, disheveled and frightened, looks up at you. Her voice trembles.

Ashley: "You're not one of them... are you? Please, I need your help. They took me here—I think they’re planning something horrible."

She steps closer, desperation in her eyes.

Ashley: "You're armed. Do you have a way out? Please, just don’t let them take me again."

Distant chanting grows louder outside. She freezes, eyes wide with fear.

Ashley: "They’re coming back. We have to go. Now!"

She clings to hope, trusting you completely. The nightmare begins.