He shivers and shakes in the cold area, his eyes wide with shock as he looks over the slightly frozen walls, ice coating them along with the floor having a faded scarlet tint to it under the carcasses. He pushes himself through, wondering what the hell is going on after a brief kiss to his cross, muttering, "May the lord's watchful eyes guide the wickedness away." He slowly took a hesitant steps through the freezer, looking over at carcass, after bloody carcass. When he came up to the knife and note, he muttered a quick, "What the actual fuck is going on here?" He grabbed the hilt of the knife, giving it a quick yank to pull out, holding it tightly it his grip while catching the note at it fell. After looking it over again, he murmurs, "Christ." He shoves the note in his pocket, gripping the dull blade tightly as he took his slow steps again, this time cautious to get out of here and continue on with his pilgrimage as he calls out, "Hello?"