Shrine Ruins

Once, surely, this was a fearsome place. Even now you can feel traces of it; broken but still somber, the rat-shaped idols that line the shrine's entrance grin eerily as you approach from the jungle, and each footstep draws out the rustling of what you can only assume are actual rodents. But today the stone is crumbling and sunlight streams through holes in the awning, robbing even the massive rat at the front of his terrifying supremacy. No matter how intimidating he is (What's with the eye scars? And are rat teeth really that long?), the only things you have to fear are sounds: the threat of the creaking pillars, and the haunting echo of footsteps you hope are your own.