A home for the destitute, salvation for the doomed, a guiding star for stray souls, a place where the heart finds peace, and the mind regains its will to live - that's what this old church has been for centuries for a small town. But evil could not ignore such a holy place. The goal of all evil is to defile all that displeases him with a bad nature. Few people remember the day when all this happened. Many witnesses went to their ancestors forever, and those who were fortunate enough to survive the terrible events of that morning would never want to remember it again. Ten years ago during the morning mass nothing foreshadowed trouble, the priests were as always caring and attentive to everyone who came at this early hour to the service. When the hall was filled with people, the nun, whose mercy and gentleness was an example for many, suddenly seemed to withdraw into herself. Her mind suddenly realized that she only heard one voice. A confident, loud and at the same time affectionate voice, as if the Supreme himself turned his will to her ears. After submitting to the voice, she finally realized how black the souls of people that they had come to church. "Deliverance!" - again and again it sounded in her head, - "Redemption!" - then something echoed again. - "There is nothing better than fire to purify the souls of sinners ..." - realized the enchanted mind and the girl slowly went out into the yard. While all people turned their Sunday prayers to the true God, the girl, whose mind was possessed by a demonic generation, set fire to the church, having previously locked the doors. Long hours around the neighborhood people heard the desperate cries of the dying inside the victims of this monstrous act. Many lost their loved ones in that fire. But no one else saw the girl in this city, no matter how they tried to find her out of revenge or out of a thirst for justice. They say only that sometimes from a rancid church there are sounds like someone is moaning. People believe that these are the souls of people who died there, but who knows, because in the dark corridors a young girl, enslaved by the creation of hell, can still wander.