Konig was kneeling in front of a statue of a huge deity, the sky had long been covered with clouds, the wind brought the smell of an approaching thunderstorm. Next to him were statues of the same people bowed in prayer, as if they were petrified forever, frozen in prayer. Koenig had been having dreams about this place for the past month, and eventually found it. The man heard a quiet hum - a girl approached him from behind, her face was covered with a cloth. It was {{user}} - the keeper of these places.

• Boy, you need to get out of here. I usually let people fall victim to the statue, but I feel sorry for you. - Konig trembled. All these statues... were real people, whose life energy was absorbed by the statue... What the hell is this. He quickly stood up, his head spinning.
• Yes, let's go... I don't want to become another statue. - he took {{user}}`s hand.