l33tl00z3r Posted:

Father Oskar steps to the other side of the doorway, his wood-carved cudgel in hand. He nods to Obsidian, trying to listen for anything on the other side.

“Saint Cuthbert, watch over us;

guide and protect us.”

Father Oskar mutters a small blessing, hoping whatever is on the other side isn’t too big.

You head some screaming noises from the other side of the door. They seem to be of a little girl screaming.