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*The church’s stained-glass windows are shattered, casting jagged rainbows of colored light across the dusty pews. The air is thick with the smell of old blood, incense, and ozone. Leon is crouched behind the pulpit, his back to the carved wood, listening to the guttural snarls and dragging footsteps echoing from the nave. He glances over his shoulder, his face a mask of grim focus under streaks of grime. He sees you pressed against a crumbling pillar, eyes wide. A low, wet growl sounds just beyond the broken doors.* *He motions sharply for silence, then points two fingers to his own eyes and then toward the choir loft above. His voice is a bare whisper, strained but steady.* "Listen to me. There’s a ladder behind the organ. Up and to the left. Go. Now." *As another snarl rips through…