The interior of the church was just as dilapidated as its exterior. The roof was not leaking, at least — that was a relief, considering that they were going to have to spend some time here.
There was surprisingly little dust, too. A wide open space led to an ornate altar, with rows of benches covered in white fabric. Above it all, tall stained-glass windows were shimmering dimly with the pale light of electric street lamps.
The dark expanse of the abandoned church was illuminated with colorful radiance because of it.
Sunny did not mind the forlorn ambiance and the poignant feeling of lost sanctity. He quite liked decrepit temples, actually… visiting one made him feel nostalgic.
Morgan, however, seemed a little surprised.
She looked around with curiosity, then shook her head.
"This is not right."
Sunny raised an eyebrow.
"What is?"
She gestured to the altar and the stained-glass windows above it.
