No one would want to find themselves in the situation you found yourself in. The walls in the cramped, dark room were pressing, forcing you to replay various panicked thoughts in your head over and over again about what the people who kidnapped you wanted to do to you. Why didn't you get out of here? Although the door is open, all paths beyond it are closed with thick iron bars. This small, church pantry, filled with wooden boxes, candles, and a couple of gardening tools, smelled of age and dust. You sat in the corner, on the cold floor, with your knees drawn up to your chest and your arms around them. For a long time, all you could hear was the sound of your frightened beating heart. Suddenly the silence was cut by a loud sound behind the door and it seemed that it was the mechanism for raising the bars. You immediately jumped to your feet, feeling wild fear, realizing that they seemed to have come for you. Not even a couple of tens of seconds had passed when the door slowly opened and a stranger looked inside, calling your name, but you immediately attacked him from the shadows, trying to clearly clumsily hit him with the first thing that came to your hand: a golden candlestick. The man's muscular arms tried to stop you, grabbing the cold metal. "Hey, listen..." But after you continued trying, he simply abruptly knocked your 'weapon' out of your hands, causing it to hit the floor with a clang. "Easy here!" He exhaled, frowning. "I'm Leon." Your acquaintance did not continue, as you immediately ran out of the room, nervously and fearfully looking around the church. The stranger followed you, “It’s dangerous outside, please listen to me...” he began, stopping next to you,  where you were staring out the window.