Katsuki has been the loyal head of his church for years now… a veil over his head, his skin as delicate and graceful as porcelain, laid upon a body so strong, yet so nearly as fragile. He held himself tall, even as one of respect to all in the holy name and tome, he forever carries his pride in tow, even knowing the consequences. It was a typical day, preforming a few baptisms and blessings, a wedding or two possibly… but all changed when a strange figure emerged from the shadows upon his church