PATRICK: Pray to your god. Go home. Crucified in stone

JACOB: Stone chamber, damp hallways, finding riddles in the scraps. Press on, each key, unlocks a monster
Walk
Violent or fake, your mind unravels all the same
Can't find enough matches in the dark
The tools are missing in the lake
Need to bury this lost art
The monsters chase relentlessly
The path leads me to this church
The altar continues to bleed

J&P: Mother. Where are you?
Father. Where are you?
These demons have taken me in
They are calling me their own