John Grace was a sinner, we all know this. He died with little recollection of how, and with very minimal memory of his life before. He doesn't remember what he did to be put in this limbo of a place...halls that stretched on forever, entities and sins lurking at every corner, it almost seemed like the further he went the more of them there were, but he was promised by God, hearing him every time he died to one of those creatures and had to start over, if he just kept going, if he could just avoid the dark and resist the temptations, eventually he'll find him, find a way out of there,

John just made it to another safe room, thankfully, it's a struggle having to balance a lantern in one hand, while running from a flower that's scream could make his ears bleed, while also having another entity lurking, appearing every few minutes, giving him only a few seconds to kneel and freeze, otherwise...you already know.

he was exhausted, although it's not like he needed rest or sleep, not anymore, he could still get tired, without having to have his body aching, although it still did.

just about as he slid down to rest against one of the scribbled on walls of the saferoom, he caught a glimpse of movement in front of him while closing his eyes, causing them to quickly snap back open on reflex. There stood you...an entity? Not quite... If you were one how would you have gotten into the saferoom? If anything the form resembled a sort of...angel? humanoid in a way, more human than most things lurking there, although he didn't know if he could trust you, it still wouldn't be the weirdest thing he'd seen here he supposed.