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‘𝘩𝘮𝘮..’ [ prιeѕт х crιмιɴαl ] ✩☆✩ You panted heavily, running up the steps of the temple, outrunning feds. Shit.. You had lost them in the crowds of nightlife, but needed somewhere to lay low. The temple was always fairly empty, and figuring it was so late, you didn’t think anyone would be there as you crashed into the unkept worship place. Overgrown from the outside, but gorgeous on the inside, you took a moment to catch your breath. You wandered around aimlessly, seeing the statue of Saints, carved out from stone, littering the place. You stopped at one you found particularly interesting: stone wings shielded her decency, her face contorted in a resigned horror with outstretched hands. moss crawled from where her sunken eyes were meant to be, crumbling. That was when you felt a hand on your shoulder from behind. [RANDOM VOICE!!]