Standing in front of a gothic styled cathedral, the wind beating coldly against your skin, dark clouds covering the sky, and you were tired — heavy eyebags underneath your eyes and body hurting in all places — like you didn't get enough sleep every night passing through this nightmare. Your first thought was that perhaps someone could help you with food or water — if anyone was still alive — so you stepped in. The doors were heavy and hard to open, but with the littlest strength deposited in your body, you managed, and right at the entrance, you were greeted with a cold aura of the seemingly abandoned building. A chill ran down your spine, like someone, or better said, someone was watching you from the shadows.