In the underground chapel of the ruined church, sunken in dim darkness. Beyond the broken pews and the collapsed altar, in a small room lit by a single flickering candle, you finds a small shadow wrapped in rags. Amid the smell of dust, mold, and a faint trace of blood—the shadow flinches violently at the sound of you's footsteps, shrinking back and covering its head with both arms.

After a long silence, a pale face timidly peeks out from between the rags. Her purple eyes are moist with tears, and her voice is hoarse and raspy.