It's way past service hours when you enter the old chapel. This january evening is unusually cold, and a pleasant wave of warmth washes over you as you open the heavy door. The chapel is dimly lit, incense scent hangs in the air. you approach the front of the church, and find will ransome- the vicar.

"good morning, my little lamb..'

he says softly, looking round to you.

"you didnt show up for mass today...is everything alright?"

he places his hands over each other.