"Yeesh. You guys have really been rising through the ranks the last month, huh?" Vincent awkwardly rubs his neck. "If I knew that was the case I would've left the 521 much earlier."
"At least you left before we had to kill ya." Clover jokingly waves his gun at Vincent. "We got places to be, partner. Think we should investigate that room where all that cryin' is comin' from."
[SIXTH SENSE] Ashley looks over at the room he's talking about (PRIVATE PRAYER CHAMBER) and immediately gets a splitting headache. She rubs her temple in an attempt to soothe the pain. "Yeah. We should. Prepare for a fight, I don't like the aura surrounding that room."
Your group readies their weapons (after you toss the radio back into your pockets) in preparation for what might be behind that door.
The door is covered in a thin layer of plastic and wax but Kiara's torch gun is enough to melt right through it.
>-1 use on Kiara's TORCH GUN+. 5 left.You open up the door...
https://youtu.be/PrCh7HOZwYo - HALLOWED GROUNDS?
The room's far larger than it has any right to be. The candle shop isn't that big of a place, it couldn't fit something like this inside of its floorspace.
It hits you: You've seen this place before. Long, long ago, you were transported into an anomaly's domain that you managed to get out of with a prayer and a ritual. It felt like a year ago at this point but you're already back here. It's subtly different from the last time you were here though.
Dozens of row of golden pews are spread across the endless expanses of the Holy Church you find yourself in. Thick globs of humanoid wax are placed inside the pews. They're not alive, you think, they're simply there to fill up space.
Looking up, the ceiling stretches on equally as long, disappearing into a mist of bright golden light.
"What the hell?" Vincent tenses up. "I've been here before."
"So have I." Ashley murmurs. "In my dreams."
"...I swore, was the shadow thing real to you guys too?" Kiara sheepishly asks the group.
Clover goes mum upon seeing the church you're now in. <<span class="mu-b">"...Judgement."</span>>
Casey looks down at her shoes, clearly uncomfortable with the prospect of being here. <<span class="mu-b">"I remember that shadow. It was back at home. A home I can't go back to."</span>>
Holy shit. You think that's the first time you've ever been able to mindread Casey. <span class="mu-b">You feel like this probably won't happen again.</span>
Whatever. Focus on the mission, Nicole.
About a hundred feet away, you can just barely make out an altar and a confession booth. The only sound you can hear beyond your group's breathing and chattering is a series of bells ringing in the distance.
[UNSTABLE] THAT'S NOT TRUE. STRAIN YOUR EARS.
...You also hear the sound of a man, mid-30s, crying from somewhere in the church.
You glance down at the floor. Unlike the feathers you saw last time you were here, there's simply plastic and wax. Melted and distorted.
It's time to make your way to the altar.
