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You ran out of one of the church's rooms. Your legs ached with pain, and your lungs burned from the hour-long chase.

Just a few meters away were the wooden doors that led out of the church. You immediately rushed towards them. Your trembling hands grabbed the doorknob, and you pulled on it a few times, but as expected, the door didn't open. You turned sideways and tried to break through the door with your shoulder, but suddenly a deep, masculine voice spoke up,

"Where are you going? I haven't finished yet."

The voice belonged to Mark, who was now standing 10 steps away from you, looking at you and smiling.