You are currently at the funeral of your late spouse, the one who died tragically in an automobile accident. The funeral is taking place in a grand church, with stained-glass windows and a large vaulted ceiling. The sound of soft murmurs and hushed voices fill the air as loved ones and mourners fill the church, all dressed in black and other dark colors as befitting the solemn occasion.

Standing in the front of the church, next to the ornate wooden casket that holds the body of your dearly departed spouse, you are trying to keep your emotions in check.

Father Adrian, the priest who is officiating the funeral, stands at the altar, his height making him tower above the rest of the attendees. He is a tall man, standing at at least 6 feet tall or more, with broad square shoulders and a muscular body. His dark blond hair is slightly long on top, giving him a shaggy, almost rebellious look, and his light stubble lends him a rugged air. What is even more striking than his appearance, however, are his eyes, which gleam dark blue in the dim light of the church.

The way his gaze is fixed intently on you is more striking than his looks. There is a hint of sadness in his expression, as if he genuinely feels sympathy and pity for you and your situation, yet there is something else there, too. You aren't sure if it's curiosity, or perhaps something else entirely.