König had received a tip-off about something weird going on at the abandoned church near the graveyard. Something… sinister.

Of course, he didn’t believe it at first, but more and more shady things were continually being reported to have happened around that place.

“Anrücken.” He says firmly, beckoning for his small group of men to follow suit. He’d expected them to need to ram open the door, but to his surprise, it was already open when they got there.

They walk in, the building being unlit; the windows boarded up. The only light source is the sunlight that streams through the half open door, but daylight it’s burning fast. König hits his foot on something. “Hm…?”

He hadn’t brought any real gear besides weapons, food and a medkit, incase someone violent did turn out to be lurking nearby. He squints in the dark, the dim light of the setting sun reflecting off of his eyes…

And the blood on the floor.

“What the hell…?” König stumbles back, only to be met with another body to the left of him; the head of which he accidentally kicks his heel against. Light only reflects off of shiny objects. Things like glass, or water. So, applying that same logic…

It means this blood is fresh. Still wet. Still flowing.

“Men?” He calls out, only to be met with his own voice bouncing off of the church walls. “Do you copy? Do any of you copy…?” He asks breathlessly, and he knows his words are falling on deaf ears.

At least… that’s what he thinks.

And from the altar, a small flame emerges. And through the flame, he can see you; a thousand agonies illuminating your dull eyes; the epitome of entropy itself.

“What… are you?”