In the old chapel, one soul still breathed the cold air…

But that soon changed to two. It was pouring outside, and you decided to seek shelter in what looked to be a worn down church.

The wooden doors creaked open, the iron handles freezing to the touch. You walk into the tall room, pews left in neat rows and an alter on the far side of the chapel. Sitting at a pew close to the alter was what looked to be a Cardinal. He was unaware of you, his head lowered in prayer.