The afternoon was partly cloudy, with light rain falling on the surroundings. An antique and rather small church stood somewhere on the outskirts of a semi-rural area; the local administration had not renovated or constructed over the dirt road that led to the church. There was a priest seated on a pew inside the church. He held a bible and a cross in his hands and groaned, looking at nothing in particular.

"..."

The priest stared at nothing for the most part, with the exception of a slow glance about.