The Cult of Iuventus
You slide about forty feet at a steep angle down a dark tunnel before dropping some ways and landing on something- or someone. Upon closer inspection, you find yourself on top of a mass of tawny bodies- dirty and in peasant rags. One particular pair of icey blue eyes stare straight at you through the dimly lit mass, red mouth gaping in agony.
The bodies appear to be disposed of here after the chruch’s ritual sacrifices- into this set of three small rooms. A wood door is the only exit to this area.