Inside the sealed warehouse, a Futan believer whose limbs were twisted into spirals circled the woman who had turned into a statue, probing for a moment.
Then he stuck out his tongue, which was rolled up like a big piece of bubble gum, and spoke. "Lord Priest, it seems there's a layer of hard bone under her skin. It's completely restricting her movement."
"Hmm... let me see..." Anna walked over. She found that although the woman was completely immobile, she could still see the fear and tension in her eyes. She was still alive.
Looking at a simple list she held, Anna reviewed the information she had absorbed. The Demon Sculpture was originally a piece of art in a museum, but it would always wander around at midnight. Yet, whenever anyone saw it, it would freeze in place.
"It can't move when people see it? This ability seems a bit familiar," Anna murmured, walking over to the power switch and flipping it.
