After a long walk down the corridor, and a few more flights up the stairs, just as the priest began to wonder if he had lost his way...... I heard a cat meowing unexpectedly.

It wasn't like a comfortable grunt, but a cacophony of panic and despair.

Fierce voices came from the faintly lit room in the distance, like a baby's cry for help, and the screams that would make a normal person shudder led the way for Father John.

He quickly cleaned his short hair and straightened his collar repeatedly.

After making sure that he looked like he was right, he walked in the direction of the small exhibition hall......

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