Wilhelm follows him down the aisle, because it seems like there's isn't much use doing anything else. He puffs a dry chuckle at the basement rave comment, then wonders if it might be something more than a joke.

"There's a wooden chest with, like, weird symbols carved all over it back behind the altar," he offers, pointing the way. That seems like the best bet for a secret code.

Once they're standing before the tabernacle, where it's perched on its crumbling stone pillar, he unfolds it open again. He fishes out the yellowing piece of paper to show it to Matt.

"I thought it was supposed to be fuck, marry, kill."