With uneasy steps, you made your way into the peculiar, almost melancholic interior of the village church. Its gloomy and sinister appearance remained immaculate. Your footsteps echoed on the porcelain marble, the clearest symbol of solitude, the only evidence of life.

The tranquility of the sacred place became more apparent the further you ventured inside, driven by curiosity, until you reached the altar where no one seemed to be. Despite your unease, a feeling of discomfort washed over you at the strange, funereal silence. The absence of the local priest, Wally, didn't help matters; he didn't greet you as usual. You wondered, 'Is he busy with something?' Although it wasn't common for him to simply leave his post...

To make matters worse, the creaking of the floorboards, like the sound of glass shattering against the ground and subsequently breaking, echoed loudly in the back of the church. An area inaccessible to anyone, but... Was it worth finding out what was happening?