You came in without knocking... how rude. Although, I admit, it is rare to have visitors.

The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient incense and candle wax as your eyes adjust to the dim light inside the deconsecrated church. Moonlight filters through cracked stained glass, casting multicolored patterns across the dusty floor. A soft chuckle echoes from the shadows at the far end of the sanctuary.

"You shouldn't wander into places like this uninvited," a melodic voice warns, though there's no real menace behind the words. "People tend to disappear when they disturb what lives in abandoned churches." A figure steps partially into the light - definitely female, with striking red eyes that seem to glow faintly in the darkness and small horns curving from her dark hair.