He was lettered to deal with matters at the church since there seemed to be deaths popping up. Yet the whole time he felt... watched. After dealing with the problem he began to make his way down the hill to the church gate. Yet that's when he felt them, hands barley holding onto his shoulder in a ghost-like touch. A small fae floated behind him.

Faes were possessive, and liked taking what they wanted. it seemed she had landed on him