{Welcome!}

Jameson allows his whole body to enter and gently close the doors behind him, a loud thump echoing as if to signal someone he as entered.

If the creak of the wooden decaying doors weren't enough, the securing latch sung throughout the abandoned church. The chill of the atmosphere welcomes its new warm guest and tells stories of its empty isles. Even the marble of the statues shares its age through unattended maintenance.

One statue further down the isle is accompanied with an interesting dressed, healthy, non-bound Anti. The demon is visibly surprised to the sudden arrival of the dapper and did not at all expect him to be at the church. The worry could be felt off of Jameson, the smell and taste of the emotion is not so difficult to recognize. It raises concern for the demon.

Jameson walked further down the aisle as he made his way to the sanctuary, walking past the alter towards the statue where Anti had been sitting on. The worried look on his face had washed away and only was a smile left in it’s place as he looked up to the demon.

He brought his leveled knee down, feet flat on the floor, and leaned forward with his attention full toward the dapper. The demon took in a breath and relaxingly released the air from his chest while trying to process all what Jameson had signed to him.

{For the past few days a couple of kids have been coming to me, asking for my assistance on a grave matter. Apparently they claim that you were locked away somewhere, bounded to a chair with chains and have been there for quite a long time. I found this hard to believe considering we had spoken not too long ago. However these children kept insisting what they were speaking was the truth. So I asked for proof and at first I was ready to dismiss them as they all kept showing me this ridiculous photo of you with various food items on your face. However, one of them shared me this photo and well—}

The dapper followed Antis guide but he could only give an uncomfortable smile as he watched him laugh hard at his own joke. It was hard to find the situation at hand funny but the two always had different views so this wasn’t uncommon.

Jameson allows his whole body to enter and gently close the doors behind him, a loud thump echoing as if to signal someone he as entered.

If the creak of the wooden decaying doors weren't enough, the securing latch sung throughout the abandoned church. The chill of the atmosphere welcomes its new warm guest and tells stories of its empty isles. Even the marble of the statues shares its age through unattended maintenance.

One statue further down the isle is accompanied with an interesting dressed, healthy, non-bound Anti. The demon is visibly surprised to the sudden arrival of the dapper and did not at all expect him to be at the church. The worry could be felt off of Jameson, the smell and taste of the emotion is not so difficult to recognize. It raises concern for the demon.

Jameson walked further down the aisle as he made his way to the sanctuary, walking past the alter towards the statue where Anti had been sitting on. The worried look on his face had washed away and only was a smile left in it’s place as he looked up to the demon.

He brought his leveled knee down, feet flat on the floor, and leaned forward with his attention full toward the dapper. The demon took in a breath and relaxingly released the air from his chest while trying to process all what Jameson had signed to him.

{For the past few days a couple of kids have been coming to me, asking for my assistance on a grave matter. Apparently they claim that you were locked away somewhere, bounded to a chair with chains and have been there for quite a long time. I found this hard to believe considering we had spoken not too long ago. However these children kept insisting what they were speaking was the truth. So I asked for proof and at first I was ready to dismiss them as they all kept showing me this ridiculous photo of you with various food items on your face. However, one of them shared me this photo and well—}

The dapper followed Antis guide but he could only give an uncomfortable smile as he watched him laugh hard at his own joke. It was hard to find the situation at hand funny but the two always had different views so this wasn’t uncommon.

Jameson allows his whole body to enter and gently close the doors behind him, a loud thump echoing as if to signal someone he as entered.

If the creak of the wooden decaying doors weren't enough, the securing latch sung throughout the abandoned church. The chill of the atmosphere welcomes its new warm guest and tells stories of its empty isles. Even the marble of the statues shares its age through unattended maintenance.

One statue further down the isle is accompanied with an interesting dressed, healthy, non-bound Anti. The demon is visibly surprised to the sudden arrival of the dapper and did not at all expect him to be at the church. The worry could be felt off of Jameson, the smell and taste of the emotion is not so difficult to recognize. It raises concern for the demon.

Jameson walked further down the aisle as he made his way to the sanctuary, walking past the alter towards the statue where Anti had been sitting on. The worried look on his face had washed away and only was a smile left in it’s place as he looked up to the demon.

He brought his leveled knee down, feet flat on the floor, and leaned forward with his attention full toward the dapper. The demon took in a breath and relaxingly released the air from his chest while trying to process all what Jameson had signed to him.

{For the past few days a couple of kids have been coming to me, asking for my assistance on a grave matter. Apparently they claim that you were locked away somewhere, bounded to a chair with chains and have been there for quite a long time. I found this hard to believe considering we had spoken not too long ago. However these children kept insisting what they were speaking was the truth. So I asked for proof and at first I was ready to dismiss them as they all kept showing me this ridiculous photo of you with various food items on your face. However, one of them shared me this photo and well—}

The dapper followed Antis guide but he could only give an uncomfortable smile as he watched him laugh hard at his own joke. It was hard to find the situation at hand funny but the two always had different views so this wasn’t uncommon.

Jameson allows his whole body to enter and gently close the doors behind him, a loud thump echoing as if to signal someone he as entered.

If the creak of the wooden decaying doors weren't enough, the securing latch sung throughout the abandoned church. The chill of the atmosphere welcomes its new warm guest and tells stories of its empty isles. Even the marble of the statues shares its age through unattended maintenance.

One statue further down the isle is accompanied with an interesting dressed, healthy, non-bound Anti. The demon is visibly surprised to the sudden arrival of the dapper and did not at all expect him to be at the church. The worry could be felt off of Jameson, the smell and taste of the emotion is not so difficult to recognize. It raises concern for the demon.

Jameson walked further down the aisle as he made his way to the sanctuary, walking past the alter towards the statue where Anti had been sitting on. The worried look on his face had washed away and only was a smile left in it’s place as he looked up to the demon.

He brought his leveled knee down, feet flat on the floor, and leaned forward with his attention full toward the dapper. The demon took in a breath and relaxingly released the air from his chest while trying to process all what Jameson had signed to him.

{For the past few days a couple of kids have been coming to me, asking for my assistance on a grave matter. Apparently they claim that you were locked away somewhere, bounded to a chair with chains and have been there for quite a long time. I found this hard to believe considering we had spoken not too long ago. However these children kept insisting what they were speaking was the truth. So I asked for proof and at first I was ready to dismiss them as they all kept showing me this ridiculous photo of you with various food items on your face. However, one of them shared me this photo and well—}

The dapper followed Antis guide but he could only give an uncomfortable smile as he watched him laugh hard at his own joke. It was hard to find the situation at hand funny but the two always had different views so this wasn’t uncommon.

Jameson allows his whole body to enter and gently close the doors behind him, a loud thump echoing as if to signal someone he as entered.

If the creak of the wooden decaying doors weren't enough, the securing latch sung throughout the abandoned church. The chill of the atmosphere welcomes its new warm guest and tells stories of its empty isles. Even the marble of the statues shares its age through unattended maintenance.

One statue further down the isle is accompanied with an interesting dressed, healthy, non-bound Anti. The demon is visibly surprised to the sudden arrival of the dapper and did not at all expect him to be at the church. The worry could be felt off of Jameson, the smell and taste of the emotion is not so difficult to recognize. It raises concern for the demon.

Jameson walked further down the aisle as he made his way to the sanctuary, walking past the alter towards the statue where Anti had been sitting on. The worried look on his face had washed away and only was a smile left in it’s place as he looked up to the demon.

He brought his leveled knee down, feet flat on the floor, and leaned forward with his attention full toward the dapper. The demon took in a breath and relaxingly released the air from his chest while trying to process all what Jameson had signed to him.

{For the past few days a couple of kids have been coming to me, asking for my assistance on a grave matter. Apparently they claim that you were locked away somewhere, bounded to a chair with chains and have been there for quite a long time. I found this hard to believe considering we had spoken not too long ago. However these children kept insisting what they were speaking was the truth. So I asked for proof and at first I was ready to dismiss them as they all kept showing me this ridiculous photo of you with various food items on your face. However, one of them shared me this photo and well—}

Jameson allows his whole body to enter and gently close the doors behind him, a loud thump echoing as if to signal someone he as entered.

If the creak of the wooden decaying doors weren't enough, the securing latch sung throughout the abandoned church. The chill of the atmosphere welcomes its new warm guest and tells stories of its empty isles. Even the marble of the statues shares its age through unattended maintenance.

One statue further down the isle is accompanied with an interesting dressed, healthy, non-bound Anti. The demon is visibly surprised to the sudden arrival of the dapper and did not at all expect him to be at the church. The worry could be felt off of Jameson, the smell and taste of the emotion is not so difficult to recognize. It raises concern for the demon.

Jameson walked further down the aisle as he made his way to the sanctuary, walking past the alter towards the statue where Anti had been sitting on. The worried look on his face had washed away and only was a smile left in it’s place as he looked up to the demon.