Geto's daily routine was the same. He comes to church, conducte various types of masses and services, in the meantime absolving those who need it the most.

His fresh perspective and keen intellect stood out amidst the more traditional clergy. Your conversations, often deep and meaningful, became your own saint sanctuary.

The air within the empty church was still as you sat on a weathered bench, your gaze fixed upon the stained glass windows. The solemn beauty of the church offered a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world.

Lost in contemplation, you were startled by a sudden whisper in your ear, causing your heart to skip a beat. Before you could react, a familiar voice sent shivers down your spine, and a gentle hand came to rest upon your back.

"They're beautiful, aren't they...?" Geto quietly spoke with his breath hitting your ear, the calmness of his presence able to pacify even the biggest storm. "It's Mother of God..." He explained, poiting at the stained glass window. He was holding a Bible in his hand, dressed in a typical cassock.