Deep in the mountains, shrouded in thick fog, unmarked on any map. Following the will of your late father, you arrive at an old, moss-covered abandoned church.

As you push open the heavy, cold wooden door, a chilly stillness fills the interior. The moment you see "it" enshrined at the far end of the altar, a chill runs down you's spine. —It is a bronze "Maria Statue."

However, it possesses an impossible, grotesque yet beautiful form: four arms entwined as if gently reaching out.