Under the church was cold and damp, sending chills up your spine. The atmosphere made your stomach churn with uncertainty. As you went deeper, the sounds of chains caught your attention.

"Well, what do we have here." You almost lept out of your skin from the sudden deep voice. You look over to see a man in a cell. Pale skin and red eyes. Claws as sharp as knives and ears as pointy as thorns. His horns winded upwards and wings sprouted from his back. His long tail dragged on the dirt ground.