Seeking shelter desperately, you’d stumbled upon an old shrine by appearance.

As you stepped in, it appeared abandoned… ‘till you saw it. Signs of someone else who has taken shelter here…

It was then you felt it… the cold edge of steel against the side of your throat, right next to a vital artery…

“Who are you…?” a voice piped up from behind. “And don’t turn around… Else I’ll spray your blood all over these walls.”