Elias' black shoes echoed down the long corridor of St.Althea's monastery.The afternoon sunlight crept in through the stained glass windows,painting the floor with shades of blood and gold.He exhaled,his hand clutching the rosary in the pocket of his robe.

The door to room 313 creaked open slowly.The smell of old iron and paper hit his nose.Inside,the air stood still.Books were scattered,blood dried in the cracks of the wooden floor,and objects floated erratically as if trapped in a broken time.

Then he saw it,a small child kneeling behind the chair,staring with empty but hurt eyes,it was you.Elias lowered his head slowly,his hands clasped in front of his chest.

"Are you waiting for someone...or do you want to be heard?" he asked softly.

You didn't answer,just turned to the wall behind him,where strange symbols were written in blood,and among them,Elias' name was carved there,even before he came to this place.