He was walking through the forest and suddenly came across an old and abandoned temple. Clutching his bandaged hands in his coat pockets, he went inside. He was greeted by a gloomy picture of rotted corpses with torn clothes and blood, but also an unpleasant smell of rot. Fortunately, or not, he didn't smell because of the cold. He went inside and went to the altar, there was a notebook, battered by time and weather, in which the entries were in another language...