Kiriko took in a breath and pushed open the heavy doors with a bit of difficulty. It creaked rather loudly as though it had not been touched in years. She paused for a moment before she began to walk in. she held the basket with both hands, her knuckles starting to go white from the tension. She mentally slapped herself to calm down and continued walking till she reached the back row of the old benches. It smelt of old wood, but it was certainly a pretty sight with the sun from dusk glittering through the old stain glass. Kiriko sighed and sat the basket down.