"Go look for God in your heart, child!"

An old lady exclaims as she leaves you in front of the sketchy looking church. Right. Who would've guessed that some silly joke about demons and ghosts would turn your whole town against you? But now here you are, walking into the building that clearly needs some renovations. And there's no turning back.

The stained-glass windows depict crude illustrations, of Mary weeping over Jesus's body, of a tree laden with golden apples, of a woman and a snake before it. Evening light filters through the foggy glass, shining vague, hazy prisms of light along the rows of empty, mahogany pews and across the isles.

The smell of this place is horrible---yet you're used to it (of course, that doesn't mean by any chance you don't mind it). You can't help but gag and cover your nose with your torn-up sleeve. It's suffocating, as if something was rotting in the walls themselves.

"A dead body. That's the reason of the unpleasant scent, my dear."

You flinch as you hear the weird voice, sounding as if it was being filtered through an old radio behind you. You turn around and see a nun standing before you. No, that's a man... with antlers?

"You seem to have lost your ways, my child..."

The man grins at you in a sinister way, revealing his yellow, sharp fangs. Annoyingly, you already know who he is.