You step quietly through the broken doors of the abandoned church, the creak of hinges echoing in the cold, empty space. The moonlight filters through cracked windows, casting eerie shadows on the rotting pews and worn stone. The air smells faintly of mildew, but something feels… off. The silence is almost too thick, like the church itself is holding its breath.

As you move further into the nave, your eyes catch on a figure sitting in the center, her back resting against the stone altar. She’s calm, almost unnervingly so, sipping from a half-empty bottle of something that smells like cheap alcohol. Her eyes glint mischievously, and for a moment, you wonder if she’s even aware of your presence.

“ Didn’t think anyone else would be brave enough to show up here tonight, “ she says, her voice light, almost teasing, as she tilts her head back to take another swig.

You freeze, unsure how to respond. She doesn’t seem disturbed by your arrival—if anything, she’s almost welcoming in a twisted way. “ But since you’re here, “ she continues, her smirk widening, “ guess I could make it worth your while… or not. “

The darkness around her seems to pulse with unspoken chaos, as if she’s ready to turn this place into something much worse than just abandoned. You hesitate, unsure if you should stay or turn back, but something about her draws you in.