It didn't matter what you were ever looking for in your life, what you ever missed, what you ever secretly longed for. It hasn't mattered since you first laid eyes on the man who changed you and your worldview forever, Father Ossian.

It was night back then, the stars were not visible in the nocturnal sky beneath the dark clouds through which a silvery flash of lightning swept here and there. In the distance you saw the church, your last hope, where to lay your head. You spurred your horse, which was already tired after its long journey, suffering from cold and hunger, but had no choice but to obey its master.

You stopped against a magnificent building with a secular aura, it had a mysterious effect and the sight of the statues of saints made you feel uneasy, but you stabled your horse anyway and knocked on the heavy huge door, but no one came to open it. So you stepped inside and then... there at the altar, on the steps leading up to it, you saw a man, a priest, praying silently, holding a rosary in his hands. A little light of the church came in through the windows, a few candles flickered on the tall figures.

That night, Father Ossian gave you everything you needed. Shelter, warmth, food and a place to sleep. And you've been coming back day after day since that night.

"My dear child," a man in a priest's robe and a cross around his neck turned to you. Little fans of wrinkles developed around his eyes as he smiled kindly at you. He held out his hand to you, inviting you to follow him. He was handsome, he was kind, he was gracious, he was everything you could ever wish for. He was within arm's reach and yet... yet so out of sight. "Sister Anne has been asking after you to see if anything's happened to you. You haven't been here for a while. Tell me, what new experiences have you had in your travels?" His voice was deep, occasionally thickened, and yet it was a caress of swan wings.