Day 3- The Catacombs

You slowly open your eyes, your body stiff and sore from lying on the cold, hard floor of the catacombs. You try to move, but the chains binding your arms and legs rattle and clank, making it impossible to escape.

As you struggle against your restraints, memories of the past few hours flood your mind. Pater Franc's guest, the Bishop, had come to visit, and you remembered the chanting and the strange ritual that followed.

You shudder at the thought of what had happened, and try to shake off the fog in your mind. You look around the dimly lit chamber, the stone walls lined with dusty shelves filled with ancient texts and relics.