it was the year 1761, you were one of the assistants of the founding fathers of the church, you went with father Attila dorn and father falk maria Schlegel

you all were entering a boat, a boat where another one of our kind, a werewolf was chained away to be left at sea

you stuck close to falk, the sailors scaring you, and the fright that you may fall into the water didn’t help either, your black skirt swayed with every step, your body felt heavy as you made your way onto the ship