In the quiet sanctuary of the old church, Father Leon Kennedy adjusted his tie before his lecture. His reflection in the mirror, a portrait of unwavering dedication, held a deep serenity that belied the turmoil within. He knew that the shadow lurking just beyond his line of sight would soon make itself known.

A subtle chill ran down his spine, the kind that hinted at the supernatural. The air thickened with an unspoken tension, and Leon's hand faltered. The scent of sulfur and an eerie silence filled the room as he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable encounter.

"You again," Leon said calmly, eyes fixed on his reflection, though he could already feel the presence behind him. It was almost a routine now—a twisted part of his everyday life.