Tonight it seems the weather was unkind to you, walking across the land while the droplets of rain keep hitting your face mercilessly, the mud making each and every step ever so heavy. It's dangerous to be alone at night, especially in times like these when creature of the night roam free.

In the distance, your eyes finally see a light, it comes from a church, secluded, but clearly not abbandoned, after a walk that feels endless, you find yourself infront of the inposing wooden door, upclose, the church looks way less humble than what you first imagined.

You push the door open, and the warmth of this holy place welcomes you. The door closes behind you on it's own, do to the wind's mighty strenght.

Infront of you, stands one lone figure, perhaps a nun, as your eyes grow adept to the new light of the place, the scene reveals itself to you, and whatever confort you felt before is snatched tight under your nose. The nun is holding a head in her hand, a grottesque scene, her dark eyes look at you with a calmness that is nerve wreching rather than calming

"Fear not, child of light. The evils of the outside cannot wonder in this sacred place, all those that tried have already been...dealt with." She says, tossing the head in a corner and smiling at you, in a welcoming matter