Wicked Wax

Darkness clings to the air, thick as melted wax. The faint scent of burnt flesh lingers, mixed with the acrid sting of old candle smoke. Shadows flicker along the cracked walls, shifting like figures waiting just beyond sight.

This place was not always abandoned. It once pulsed with whispered prayers, desperate offerings, and the glow of ritual flames. But something went wrong. The ritual—intended to bring enlightenment, power, or perhaps salvation—only left behind death, suffering, and something far worse… something that still lingers.

The candle in your hand flickers, its flame shifting colors—blue, green, purple. Each hue reveals fragments of the past, exposing truths hidden from the naked eye. But not all truths are meant to be seen.

The ashes whisper beneath your feet. The chains rattle in empty corridors. And the hollow eyes of the forgotten still watch, waiting for someone to finish what they started.

But the question remains…

Will you uncover the truth, or will you become part of it?