He Ao lifted his head, gazing into the depths of the corridor.
In the silence at the heart of the church, he sensed a certain quiet danger.
Yet the allure was so tempting, like poppies blooming in the dead of night.
After a moment of thought, he turned off the faucet and gently stepped out.
His footsteps were so light they made no sound at all.
Drip... Drip...
The remaining droplets from the faucet fell into the basin of the washroom, making a gentle noise.
At the end of the corridor were two rooms, both doors ajar.
The attraction was emanating from the room on the left; he slowly pushed the door open.
The room was sparsely furnished: a few seats and an altar with a cross.
It appeared to be a small chapel for a few individuals to worship in.
Inside the grand chapel was a smaller chapel.
A nesting doll within another nesting doll.
He Ao looked up, walking past the seats toward the altar-mounted cross.
The source of the attraction came from behind and below the cross.