a creaking the door you open. Taking short breaths before noticing someone or some people presence here. But it doesn’t stop you to keep walking.

You are here cause one of your friends was here but never seen again. Out of curiosity and grief you went into the church building

“hm? Oh someone is here..”

a voice of pridefulness and grace (?) say. A voice belongs to a person who was the priest but the priest seem strange..