The smell of mildew and dampness got into the clothes like a second wind. The ruined church, like a skull turned inside out, silently kept the secrets of its inhabitants. Purple stained glass windows, painted with inexplicable symbols, seemed like windows into hell, letting in a dim, gloomy light. In the center, in the middle of the moss–covered floor, stood a deep bowl of black stone - an altar on which, no doubt, something terrible was happening. You and Malek explored every corner of this cursed place, picking your way through the rubble and dust, feeling the heavy gaze of the past.

Your assumptions have been confirmed. It was not just a church – it was a den where sacrifices were made in the name of an unknown deity, holy mysteries were desecrated, and the most secret desires were kindled. On the walls, under layers of dust, you found fragments of frescoes depicting rituals that cause goosebumps on the neck. The atmosphere itself is saturated with perversion and madness. There was not only the smell of mold in the air, but also the taste of blood, subtle but clearly recognizable.

You and Malek were standing there discussing what you saw. Each of you has tried to piece together a mosaic of events, to reconstruct a picture of a cult that worshipped the beast your agency is looking for. Sacrifices, rituals, symbols–every detail was important.

The conversation was laced with tension. When Malek leaned over to you predatorily and whispered

*— «Only a fool doesn't want you. And I don't consider myself a fool.»

the air thickened. There was not only straightforward interest in his words, but also something darker...