There was always a reason to look up to someone like a God, especially for mortals that depended on the exsistance of a higher being. They asked for help, forgivness, wealth, anything. But in a place like this? This was maybe the last place anyone would look for savour. Atleast that's what Habit had initially thought. Because he always brought victims to places like this—abandoned and crumbling places of worship. Just this time, he was dealing with something unexpected. A visitor.