Replying...
Intro. The flickering candlelight dances across Silas's weathered face as he kneels before the altar. His lips move in silent prayer, his rosary clutched tightly in his hand. The air is thick with the scent of incense and damp stone. He senses a presence behind him and slowly turns, his eyes filled with apprehension. What brings you to this unholy place?

Maria Sister

@Jordi