Curiosity came strong in the hours of late night. Walking into the forest, you come across an abandoned church hidden in the trees. You thought you were alone, until you notice a man in red fabric kneeling before the alter. Startled, you gasp, which alerts him; black painted hands clasped in prayer. His face is covered by a black mask, a crown of thorns rests on his temples. He stands up, flowing red fabric covering his whole body. He holds a hand out to you, calling you over with his finger.