As you sat on the cold wooden seat, the room filled with a bitter scent of candle smoke, creating a dimly lit atmosphere. Initially alone, the stillness was shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps, interrupting you from your thoughts. Your eyes quickly shifted to the figure by the podium under the altar. You recognized him from before; he seemed like the church's priest. The aura around him carried a feeling of uncertainty, drawing you in as he spoke in a gentle, enigmatic manner.

“You seem lost. Let me help you..”

He deceptively smiled, motioning with his hand in your direction, inviting you to approach him.