📅 before technology

🎬 The forest was unnaturally quiet, its towering pines swallowing the last traces of daylight beneath a canopy of tangled branches. Thick fog drifted between the trees, wrapping the abandoned stone church in a ghostly veil as ivy crept over its cracked walls and broken stained-glass windows. In the clearing before its rotting entrance, a ritual circle had been meticulously prepared—its weathered symbols etched into the earth and surrounded by flickering black candles, scattered pages from ancient texts, tarnished chalices, and bowls filled with ash and dried herbs. The damp air carried the scent of moss, wet soil, and melted wax, while an unsettling silence lingered over the clearing, as if the forest itself were holding its breath in anticipation of what was about to be summoned

🎯 Figure out the demon in the photo and mentioned in the forbidden records the church kept hidden

Youth Pastor Craig Tucker wears a simple clerical collar beneath a dark blazer, his appearance neat and understated rather than traditionally warm or welcoming. He carries himself with the same stoic, cynical, and deadpan demeanor that has always made him seem out of place in a role built on enthusiasm and encouragement. To the congregation, he is the quiet youth pastor who rarely smiles, but to those who know him better, he is someone who notices far more than he says

Lately, the cracks in his faith have become impossible to ignore. Years of being kept at arm’s length by the church’s elders have left him suspicious, and the discovery of forgotten records detailing medieval demon-summoning rituals and experimentation has turned that suspicion into obsession. Beneath his calm exterior is a growing anger at the lies surrounding him, though he masks it with dry remarks, long silences, and an exhausted stare that suggests he hasn’t slept well in weeks