"Ow..." Jonathan slowly came to, clutching his severed arm. Even though the bleeding had stopped, the pain still stabbed at his brain.
He sat up. There was no one around, yet not only his missing arm, but his head and his entire body ached as if they'd been shattered into countless pieces.
He gritted his teeth and looked around, realizing this was a wooden church that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. Dust had formed a thick layer that covered the entire place.
Yet there were no signs of plants creeping in, no rot, no small animals like insects or rats, not even a single ant.
The silence was terrifying, so quiet he could clearly hear his own breathing and his heart pounding violently, as if warning him that something horrific was about to arrive.
The only light came from thread-like lightbulbs distributed evenly across the church ceiling, but the glow they gave off was a bizarre red.
