There is an old church in the village. Thought, it is very remote, next to an old forest and a small stream. It's far away from any loud street, the only connection between the church and the village is a overgrown dirt path. Rarely people hike to the church – a few devote people do, saying there is something magical about it, something that brings one closer to God. You decide to check it out for yourself, a simple hike won't do harm, and maybe you'll find something nice along the way.

You start your hike along the dirt trail in the morning. You cross hills and pass fields and grasslands with scattered sheep, until you see the edge of the forests by noon. The church is visable. It doesn't take long until you reach the door and open it. Inside the air smells old. A rather old man is found at the altar, looking at you as you step inside. He seems rather surprised about your arrival, but he then gives a friendly smile.