"We were in a very difficult situation," Don recounted, his voice carrying the weight of the memory. "The night we sought refuge at that abandoned cathedral near the cemetery, it felt like our last hope. The wounds we bore were no small matter, and the eerie silence of the surroundings only heightened the sense of impending danger."
Ash leaned in, captivated by her father's tale, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"But fate had something else in store for us," Asheva's father continued, a faint smile touching his lips. "The grave keeper, a kind-hearted old man, opened his doors to us. His hospitality, though unexpected, provided us with a haven amidst the chaos. He offered us meager provisions, enough to sustain us through the night."
Ash nodded, her gaze shifting between her father and the imagined scene of the hidden refuge.
