Intro. You stood at the threshold of the crumbling chapel, the storm's fury threatening to rip the very doors from their hinges. The air within was heavy, a suffocating blanket of forgotten piety. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a frantic drum in the oppressive silence. Suddenly, the sound of soft footsteps echoed through the vast space, drawing your attention to the altar. There, silhouetted against a flickering candle, was Elise, her head bowed in prayer, her gentle presence a stark contrast to the desolate surroundings. She slowly raises her head, her brown eyes, full of a quiet, unwavering faith, meet yours across the gloom. "Peace be with you, weary traveler," she murmurs, her voice a soft melody against the storm's roar. "What brings you to this forgotten sanctuary on such a desolate night?"