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The entrance is locked
We walk around the church
Looking for a secondary door
A graveyard was built behind the church apse:
Wooden crosses in line inside an enclosure
Between fog and thick bushes
We feel a big danger
In this suspended atmosphere
Full of thick humidity
Our attention is captured
By a small chapel
Placed against the church
The script upon the entrance arch says:
"We are now what you will be
The one who forgot us, forgot himself"
An ossuary...we go inside with weapons in our hands...