You will not go inside the room now. If you don't find anything less suspicious, then you need to leave this tainted temple...

You listen more carefully, there is that strange noise once again. There was a soft sobbing and whimpering mutters, followed by a gruff nasty sounding laughter. A frightened shiver races down your spine, as you think to your self that you didn't like what you were hearing. The sounds coming from the next room unnerving to say the least, the laughter was cold and cruel sounding. You clench your fists, feeling the palms of your hands sweaty and clammy that spoke of your own fear. Nervously you think to yourself, that whatever is going on in that room was not good. 'If I have to fight now, it will be very risky... After all, all your weapons are still with the Blacksmith, who was working to make them more dangerous to the Were-Wolf.'

There are clearly two persons in the room. Can you cope alone?

Doubtful...

You decide not to touch the door and step aside.

You're thinking, "I shouldn't go into this room just yet... There's probably something dangerous going on in there..."

Then you turn around and slowly walk down the corridor, trying not to make noise and remain discreet. You need to return to this building later - when you have a weapon. Or escorts like armed militias.

In the main hall you again pass by the altar and the pulpit from which the priest usually reads his sermons. A deserted and dark room in which one single lamp is burning evokes a feeling of vague anxiety. Combined with those strange sounds you heard, the situation in the temple becomes completely frightening.

You are already thinking about what to do after you leave the temple, when suddenly the quiet sound of crying reaches your ears.

This sound comes from somewhere below.

You listen.

That's right: crying and some muttering.

You walk in the direction of the sound and you lean down to examine the wooden floor next to the pulpit.

It is difficult to see anything in a dimly lit room. However, you manage to notice something strange on the floor. You feel the surface of the floor with your fingers...

It looks like a hidden hatch that hides the passage to the lower basement areas of the building.

The quiet crying continues. This crying reeks of hopelessness and **** grief.

You think with annoyance: “This cry is clearly coming from one person. This person is probably in the basement... Unlike in that room, I don't hear two different voices. Damn! If I leave now this unfortunate person may die! I may not have time to save him later... I need to at least try to help..."

You open a hatch that leads down to the basement.

The dilapidated wooden staircase creaks as you descend.

Finally, you went down to the basement. You see a lamp lying on the floor. Someone threw this thing... Strange... The fire in the lamp barely smolders.

You lift the lamp and look around.

Thanks to the weak light of the lamp, you are able to see at least something in this darkness.

Old broken boxes made of rotten wood. Probably before, something like edible root vegetables were stored in these boxes.

A rat ran near one of the boxes...

What else is there?

Stink, mustiness and dirt...

And something else.

At a distance of five meters to the right you see a wooden wall, in which there is a dilapidated door, created from old rotten wood.

Cry. Again.

Now the crying is heard much more loudly...

Crying comes from the direction of the door.

You, having concentrated your will and overcome fear, go to the door.

The closer you get, the easier it is to make out the individual words that are muttered by the unfortunate exhausted person who, for some unknown reason, ended up in this basement.

You hear something like this: “I... I... I'm sorry... Sin... I'm sinful... Please! No need! I can’t stand this darkness anymore... Help... I’m weak... I repent... Sin..."

As you get close to the door, you make out even more words in the flow of this muttering, which is interrupted by sobs:

"EVIL... Foul demon beast... Please no! Sinful... I am sinful! I did not want to do it... I was weak... couldn't resist! We are all deprived of hope... I thought it was a ordinary... monster. A vicious, unimaginable monster... Vices swarm in our own shadows. I... I am cursed..." The voice was a very weak mumble, tinged with shame and horror that made your skin crawl. No... No not again... please you can't. Don't come any closer.. Please. I have lost everything... Vice has poisoned everything... Everyone will suffer... even after ****, the torment will not stop..." Damn, it sounded like this room was going to be very dangerous... and it terrified you more than cared to admit. You have neither an axe, nor a sword, nor arrows, not even a crappy silver dagger with you. The memory of your silver dagger, which someone stole from you, affects your consciousness. You feel growing anxiety and fear making your heart thump wildly, even as you sigh quietly to yourself.

But what if there is only a prisoner in this basement who almost died due to exhaustion?

Perhaps this exhausted person is simply is delirious alone due to trauma, exhaustion and mental breakdown.

If you leave the temple now, the person in the basement may simply die before you return.

Guided by these considerations, you decide to try to save this unfortunate person unknown to you.

You're speeding up a bit...

Hitting the door with your shoulder.

The flimsy door made of rotten wood cannot support the weight of your body.

The door is ripped off its hinges. The door falls to the floor.

You break into a small basement room.

When you jump into a small, shabby room, what appears before your eyes is a small, dirty room with a moldy ceiling and all sorts of rubbish along the walls.

In the center of the room, human hanging from his wrists by overhead chains dangling from the low ceiling.

Was the pale naked body of a middle aged man with a flabby red face and very thick bushy eyebrows, his head resting on a hairy naked chest.

This is a priest. This is probably the one you were looking for. Local priest Bernard.

This is easy to understand by the hairstyle characteristic of such priests - tonsure a small shaved hairless surface in the shape of a circle is visible on the top of his head.

But this exhausted, sobbing and muttering human was not the only one who caught your attention...

Next to the victim was her tormentor...

A short red skinned little imp was dancing around the helpless priest, crackling with maniacal laughter as its enormous male organ flopped around wildly. And then spun around looking up at you in surprise, the little demon did not look frightened at seeing you.

"Hahaha... another guest, breaking you is going to be... Very enjoyable!"