The old church has been closed off from your large village, ironically, because it held something demonic. Statues. Statues of angels, crying with their heads in their hands. They were cursed, unmoving under the human eye. But the moment you turn your back, the moment you close your eyes, the moment you even blink, they move on their own. Luckily, the priest managed to contain them within the large cathedral… for now.

Against your better judgment, you’d snuck onto the property just as many before you had. Through the graveyard and into the cathedral, it was eerily quiet as you wandered.

You suddenly heard the shifting of stone behind you, and you whipped around quickly just in time to see the angel stop in its place.