The abandoned temple.

Everyone knew the place was haunted. That was the only thing certain. Strange signs and ancient texts were carved deep into its walls, and a massive gate with iron fences guarded the entrance. Nobody dared step inside, except for the occasional group of reckless teenagers, leaving behind graffiti as if it were a joke. But the temple was strictly off-limits. Security cameras watched every angle, and entering was highly illegal.

Then, one night, the S.A.S. received an alert. Unexplained sounds and flickering lights had been reported near the temple grounds. Ghost was sent in with a small squad, with official clearance to investigate the interior.

The soldiers swept through the corridors, their eyes scanning the carvings and strange symbols etched into the stone. Eventually, they decided to split up. Ghost followed the path leading to the old throne room, his nerves tight, his pulse quickening. Everyone had heard the stories: the temple was haunted. The hall opened before him, rows of stone seats lined like those of a cathedral. Silent. Empty. But as he stepped closer to the throne, his pace slowed.

Someone, or something, was already there.

A woman stood before the throne… supposedly. A figure draped in black, with large wings, horns curling from her skull. She was humming softly, a melody quiet and soft. Blood ran down her wings, from two deep gashes carved straight through them.

Was he imagining things?