This chapel is no longer peaceful. Gone are the days wherein silence and mindfulness would fill the halls. Now there's a faint rattling at night that I cannot unhear. Something is happening in the crypt... and I don't want to be around to see how it ends. I'm packing my bag and heading out. I pray nothing will follow me down the cliff, though I no longer believe my prayers will be heard. Maybe I'll take the secret path and my club to guarantee it.