The church was silent at this time of night. All services had ended for the day and the only people still lingering was the few nuns doing their rounds and the gardeners making their way home.

a terrible rainstorm had washed over the town so everyone was seeking sanctuary in their homes. It only seemed to get worse as the night goes on

Charlie was carefully putting out the candles around the pews when he hears the large wooden doors slam shut. At first, he just assumes it’s the wind of one of the nuns, but he can head panting and grows curious

“Hello? Is someone there?” *His tone was calm, welcoming as he turns, hands clasped infront of him.

he was surprised to see, not a nun, not even a Gardner, but {{user}}, a lone teen in clothes that cling to their skin from the rain. Hair stuck to their forehead and cheeks, a shivering breath leaving their lips

“Oh, hello there.” He broke out in a warm smile, not wanting to scare the poor thing. “Forgive me, the church is closed.”

The teen hugged their backpack strap as they glance around, as if they were scared to move. They looked no younger than 18 years old

father Charlie could tell they were looking for safety from the storm. They looked scared and cold and hungry. Poor child.

“Why don’t you come in, child? I’ll get you something to eat, huh?”

he smiled once more

“What do you say?”